<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463</id><updated>2011-11-02T14:36:53.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up With A Jones</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8567436015068464139</id><published>2010-10-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:39:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;All the waiting...to finally get a song placement and then not be able to watch it!  ABC's "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" aired my song "Only You," that I wrote with Matthew Perryman Jones and Eric Vinson last night (Sunday, Oct. 24th).  Unfortunately, Tennessee weather decided not to cooperate and we had a bunch of tornadoes.  Instead of watching "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters," we ended up watching weather coverage.  Sad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;LUCKILY, thanks to Steve Jobs and all the other wonderful/creative people at Mac, there is such a thing as "Facetime."  We found a friend with Facetime on her iPhone and she recorded song as it was happening on her iPhone...and we kinda got to catch it that way, via Eric's iPhone.  Everyone was joking how this would be the perfect Mac commercial to advertise the new iPhone: two people who have been waiting for a moment that gets destroyed, but Facetime saves the day.  My sweet friend, Nicolle Clawson (who has a great blog you should check out &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.flipproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), captured the evening: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16193730?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f00000" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16193730"&gt;277/365&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/flipproject"&gt;Nicolle Clawson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I really am lucky to have such great friends who are supportive and excited for me...and still care more about who I am than what I do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I ended up getting up at 2:15 this morning to watch the show.  ABC re-aired it to make-up for it getting bumped by the weather.  So I got to see it afterall :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Read the previous blog entry for more updates and information...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8567436015068464139?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8567436015068464139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8567436015068464139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8567436015068464139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6970088532735429818</id><published>2010-10-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:26:24.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All Brothers &amp; Sisters....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/TMPD-RcMsPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/D9hAOZsbYSc/s1600/DSCF7440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/TMPD-RcMsPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/D9hAOZsbYSc/s400/DSCF7440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531480241942081778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It's fall!!!!!  I NEVER get tired of this time of year.  I love leaves and pumpkins and sweaters and cider and candles and corn mazes and pumpkin patches...and lately, I've been really into Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks. It's been forever since I've written.  Sorry.  But I actually have a lot of great news to report!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Life has been crazy the last few months.  This past summer brought a lot of uncertainty and confusion...which is not an altogether uncommon occurrence for someone like myself.  Having a passionate/creative personality is hard when you're also person who likes stability and to know what's coming.  I like the "knowns" in life.    And there just aren't a lot of them...probably in any profession...but especially in music.   I've been working and writing and singing and playing and recording for years.   And nothing comes of it.   At least it feels that way sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And then one day, out of the blue, something good happens.   I can honestly say it dropped into my lap because I didn't do a darn thing.   It just goes to show that Someone else is in control of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So here's what happened.   Last winter, Eric Vinson and I wrote with a friend of ours, Matthew Perryman Jones.   We were trying to write a new song for &lt;a href="http://www.thisandthatmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;this &amp;amp; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.   The guys came over to my house on two different mornings for a few hours, and we sat in my living room and drank coffee and talked...and thought...and sang...and talked...and thought...and sang...and before we knew it, we had a song.   It's called "Only You."   Anyway, Matthew ended up recording the song for himself a few months ago and we just found out that ABC is using the song for their show "Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters" tomorrow night (Sunday, Oct. 24th).  You should check it out if you are available...or if you have DVR...or the internet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And when I think back to the process of writing this particular song...it was a little awkward, to be honest.  We had never all written together before, and I think there was a pressure (in my mind, at least) to come up with something great the first time, which does not always come when you force it.  But I loved the ideas that came from creating the song, and the stories that molded it along the way...and in the end, I love the song we wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I sang "Only You" with Matthew in July in Nashville.  Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/579805628052"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/579805628052" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And, you can buy Matthew's version of the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/only-you-single/id399706796"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In other exciting news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &amp;amp; that&lt;/span&gt; just released a new ep on iTunes!!!   It's called "Farewell to the Sun."  We're really excited about this.  It's a little more produced than the first ep and we had two amazing producers, Mitch Dane and Mark Drury.  We are so thankful for those men and their hard work and belief in us.  You can get "Farewell to the Sun," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/this-that/id207806142"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/TMPDA7evoTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uhVLGl0EmY0/s1600/farewizzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/TMPDA7evoTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uhVLGl0EmY0/s400/farewizzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531479188075159858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I think that's all of my good news for now.  I'm looking forward to the future!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6970088532735429818?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6970088532735429818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-all-brothers-sisters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6970088532735429818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6970088532735429818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-all-brothers-sisters.html' title='We&apos;re All Brothers &amp; Sisters....'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/TMPD-RcMsPI/AAAAAAAAAUM/D9hAOZsbYSc/s72-c/DSCF7440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-3927403896401830426</id><published>2010-08-19T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T05:52:35.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Grey &amp; White" at the Bluebird Cafe 7.16.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It has been a longtime personal goal of mine to get to play a show at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.bluebirdcafe.com/"&gt;Bluebird Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; in Nashville, TN.  The Bluebird is known for showcasing "the heroes behind the hits" (the songwriters), and for discovering new artists.  It was a complete honor to get to play this show.  My good friend David Vaughan recorded this song for us, so we'll always have something to remember it by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="224" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/582270199032"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/582270199032" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="224" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-3927403896401830426?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3927403896401830426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/08/grey-white-at-bluebird-cafe-7162010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3927403896401830426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3927403896401830426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/08/grey-white-at-bluebird-cafe-7162010.html' title='&quot;Grey &amp; White&quot; at the Bluebird Cafe 7.16.2010'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-876136408508337517</id><published>2010-05-25T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:18:21.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How My Issues Inspire People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The first step is admitting there is a problem.  You have to dig down deep and be really honest with yourself.  I have an obsession with Amy Grant.  It's healthy, I think.  Maybe not.  It's just that...when I was in second grade I was in my friend Lindsay Blatz's basement.  We were playing Barbies and all of a sudden "That's What Love Is For," came on the radio.  I'd never heard anything so lovely in all my 7 years of life.  It moved me.  And so when I got Amy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heart In Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; cd for my 8th birthday (my first compact disc EVER), I decided I needed to move to Nashville and become a singer just like her.   And almost 20 years later I'm still trying to be like her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Occasionally, I'll realize that one of my friends kinda looks like Amy and I get a little jealous.   I was telling my friends Mike and Stacey about this not too long ago and Mike, who is an amazing graphic designer/artist, made a cartoon about it.  My issues inspired him!!!!  I'm so glad people can use my problems for good.  So.  Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S_w-KUkvLjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/90CqIDCMYWw/s400/052410+-+i+have+an+unhealthy+obsession+with+amy+grant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475319594018090546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Check out Mike Blakeman's other work at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ralphtherobot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;http://www.ralphtherobot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-876136408508337517?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/876136408508337517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-my-issues-inspire-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/876136408508337517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/876136408508337517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-my-issues-inspire-people.html' title='How My Issues Inspire People'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S_w-KUkvLjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/90CqIDCMYWw/s72-c/052410+-+i+have+an+unhealthy+obsession+with+amy+grant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8860138165773125124</id><published>2010-05-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:45:59.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-mzYD_Ho5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GQAGz7EjtBg/s1600/community.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-mzYD_Ho5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GQAGz7EjtBg/s320/community.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470100448386458514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I have a million "thank you's" and "I owe you's" to hand out.  This past week I was humbled and completely blessed beyond belief.  In my last blog post (about the Nashville flood), I talked a little bit about how I had been affected by the flood.  It was NOTHING compared to the devastation that a lot of people experienced, but nevertheless, I found myself in need of a lot of help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Saturday afternoon, I came home to the smell of mold and mildew.  I knew I was in over my head.  I had been naive (and a bit in denial) up to that point about how quickly things go south when your basement floods.  So I started removing everything wet from my basement and got it all out of the house, but it didn't help a whole lot.  I mentioned something on twitter about how not fun it was to work with wet, moldy boxes and I immediately got a message from a friend on twitter offering his assistance.  Josh Laurich.  I don't know Josh extremely well, but he is a good friend with one of my good friends...and I can't believe how willing he was to come over and help me.  Actually, I can't even say that he "helped me."  He did ALL the work.  As I told Josh about my week and all the people that had come out of the woodwork to help me, I started getting a little emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Will flew to Nashville to help me move last weekend.  I know I look like a body builder, but believe it or not, I have a hard time carrying a 400 pound dresser all by myself.  And my friends Ashley and Micah Huebner came to help me move, too.  Micah and Will did all the work.  And it was pouring!  And flooding :)  Then Ashley and Micah got stuck on 1-24 in the flood on their way home from helping me, and it took them 5.5 hours to get back to Smyrna.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Then my UHaul got stuck in the mud at my old house.  Again, I know I'm really strong, but my muscles would not move that truck, no matter how hard I pushed.  So my friends Rebekah and Ryan Mitchell came over with their little SUV and got it unstuck for me.  Which left massive tire marks in the gravel and dirt/mud driveway of the house I'd been trying to move out of.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I thought I was pretty handy, so I went to Home Depot to buy some new gravel to fill the tire marks I'd created.  But the bags were really heavy.  Some man saw me trying to lift them into my car and rushed to my assistance.  He did it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Then I tried pouring the gravel I'd bought into the tire marks...but it didn't help at all.  It just looked like I'd filled some holes with gravel.  But there was still mud everywhere.  The next door neighbor was out working in his yard, so I asked for his opinion on how I should handle the situation.  In the 9 months I'd lived in that house, I'd never once spoken with my neighbor.  He immediately went into his garage and brought back a rake and a shovel and got to work, fixing my yard for me.  He did the work.  No joke.  I never would have been able to do what he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;By this point, I was completely moved out of my old house with the exeption of a few items that were too large to fit in my car.  Betsy Jones came to my rescue.  I didn't even ask.  She offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And then the mold in the new place became a problem.  And that's when Josh Lauritch stepped in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was showered with kindness and generosity last week.  As I was getting emotional and telling Josh about it, I realized that God was showing me how much He loves me and takes care of me through my community.  Sometimes it's really tough to be a single girl, living in a city far away from my family.  I still can't believe what an amazing community I am a part of.  I am so grateful.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This crazy flood has really brought out the best in Nashville.  Everyday there are hundreds and hundreds of volunteers that have taken the time to help out their neighbors...and even strangers.  And if they aren't doing the manual labor, they're driving around with supplies and food and enouragement.  It is such a beautiful thing to see.  I love Nashville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, thank you.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8860138165773125124?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8860138165773125124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/community.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8860138165773125124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8860138165773125124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-mzYD_Ho5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GQAGz7EjtBg/s72-c/community.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6226160005781708128</id><published>2010-05-05T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:06:15.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining, It's Pouring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-HMI0yOY7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/lQKdZYBfmeA/s1600/flood-nashvillex-topper-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-HMI0yOY7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/lQKdZYBfmeA/s320/flood-nashvillex-topper-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467875874584814514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The worst weekend for moving ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;For those of you who don't keep up with the news, Nashville flooded this weekend.  I've never seen anything like it.  It didn't just rain, it poured.  For about 3o hours straight.  Initially the rain was a little inconvenient, seeing as I was trying very unsucessfully to move houses on Saturday and keep all of my belongings dry (mattresses, etc.).  But then it got scary.  We couldn't get from one house to the other because of river streams flooding across all the roads.  My sweet friends, Ashley and Micah drove in from Smyrna (normally just a 20 minute trip down 1-24) to help me move, and when they left at 3:30 they got stranded on 1-24 for 3 hours because the highway flooded.  People died sitting in their cars on the highway.  Luckily, Ashley and Micah were ok, but it took them 5.5 hours to get home that night.  And Sunday it got even worse.  The rain didn't let up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;If you could have seen the Tennessee State Fairgrounds behind my house, you'd have been shocked.  Instead of land, there was probably a 4 foot lake.  And more water was rushing into it from nowhere in particular.  My basement flooded and destroyed a few things, but I am so, so lucky.  My U Haul also got stuck in the mud, but it could have been so much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sunday early afternoon, my boyfriend Will and I were walking around the Opryland Hotel, enjoying the gorgeous flowers and waterfalls.  By late Sunday afternoon the entire hotel was evacuated and all the guests were forced to abandon their cars and luggage.   Now the hotel is under 8-10 feet of water.  Check out this video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfL5j9ckcyo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VfL5j9ckcyo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is a photo of Will and I at about noon on Sunday right in front of the Cascades' waterfall at the Opryland, but as you saw in the video, all of this is now under water:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-M8xngCYlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uB9fL9De7Qo/s320/15326_572871948202_34100702_33160449_2168458_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468281195672527442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The people of Nashville are really great, though.  Everyone seems to be pitching in and helping as much as they can.  This flood has caused BILLIONS of dollars in damage and it is going to take a long time before we get back to normal.  Today, the government is telling us that they are close to needing to shut off our water supply.  We don't have enough and we are quickly running out.  I can't believe this is real.  I read this really great article about some of the issues and why we need help: &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.section303.com/we-are-nashville-4366"&gt;http://www.section303.com/we-are-nashville-4366&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One thing is for sure.  When you see this kind of devastation...and you go relatively unscathed...it really puts things into perspective.  The stuff that got destroyed in my basement is just stuff.  And even if my most favorite thing had gotten destroyed, it still would have been just a "thing."  I spoke with a woman this morning who lives down the street from me and her entire house is under water.  Just down the street from me.  Did I mention that?  And everything is destroyed.  They lost everything.  She's upbeat and grateful 'cause she's alive.  I love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So, if you think about it, try to keep Nashville in your prayers.  We need them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-HMOZp9hqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8qZqSOChdjQ/s1600/opryland-hotel-flood-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-HMOZp9hqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8qZqSOChdjQ/s320/opryland-hotel-flood-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467875970381612706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6226160005781708128?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6226160005781708128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-raining-its-pouring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6226160005781708128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6226160005781708128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s Raining, It&apos;s Pouring'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S-HMI0yOY7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/lQKdZYBfmeA/s72-c/flood-nashvillex-topper-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8214088649572295417</id><published>2010-04-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:19:19.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S9XtwjOdSbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-M20pWV-ZQ8/s1600/DSCF6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S9XtwjOdSbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-M20pWV-ZQ8/s320/DSCF6659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464535141229349298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hello, Strangers.  Life  just hasn't been very blogworthy until now.  All the important, life changing revelations I've had recently are repeats, even though they all feel brand new to me.  It's a pattern.  I learn the same lessons over and over and over and over again.  Little things like "honesty is the best policy."  Haven't I written songs about this before?  I know, I know, I know.  And I'm still no expert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;On the music front, and I suppose this might be cause for celebration (oh wait, we already did!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.thisandthatmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this &amp;amp; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; signed a publishing/licensing agreement with Word Records last week!!!!  WOOHOO!!!!  I've been in Nashville for eight years now and something has finally materialized!!!  My dad may or may not have spread the rumor that we signed a record deal (I love you, Dad), but this is not the case.  Eric and I are still independent artists.  Basically what this means is that Word represents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;this &amp;amp; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and will be pitching our songs to get placements in films, tv shows, commercials, etc.  We are really excited and feel extremely blessed to have been given this opportunity.  Keep your fingers crossed!  We have also recorded several new songs and are excited to share those with you.  I'm not sure how those will be released yet, but we'll let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S9Xs2qXo7EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QXGkhR2LTQY/s1600/The+Signing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S9Xs2qXo7EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QXGkhR2LTQY/s320/The+Signing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464534146714496066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;These are pictures of Eric and I signing the contract...somehow we showed up wearing the exact same color.  It was not planned.  Whoops.  I have a feeling that he may have been slightly embarrassed about that...and I might have secretly thought it was cool.  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I could not be more excited for my best friend, Julianna and her husband Ben.  Ben is the second baseman for the Tampa Bay Rays and signed a 3-5 year contract with the Rays last week!!!!!  This couldn't have happened to better people.  Ben is such a hard worker and so humble...and he loves God more than anything in the whole world.  It makes me so happy to see good things happen to the people I love.  Ahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Life gets really good sometimes.  I forget.  It is so much easier (or maybe just more natural) to focus on all the things that are going wrong.  Someone told me a few weeks ago that you have to celebrate the little things...and really celebrate them so that they don't pass you by.  It helps you appreciate it more.  And I think the things we dream about rarely feel the way we think they will when they come to fruition.  So.  Celebrate regardless of how big or how small the accomplishment.  I like celebrating so that is probably not going to be an issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8214088649572295417?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8214088649572295417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebrate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8214088649572295417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8214088649572295417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S9XtwjOdSbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-M20pWV-ZQ8/s72-c/DSCF6659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8505279260331888974</id><published>2010-03-30T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:39:05.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I haven't written in while...sorry about that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eric and I went into the recording studio tonight to work on a song we wrote a few months ago called "Break My Heart."  I showed up, the day we wrote it, with the first two lines of the song.  It was an idea I'd had one day while sitting at the stoplight at the corner of Lealand Ln. and Woodmont Blvd.  I had no idea what the words meant or what direction we'd take the song.  All I had was, "It's a little bit lonely standing where I am."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, the song turned out beautifully.  It's the story of a broken dream.  Sometimes my dreams seem so incredibly out of reach.  And today was one of those extremely overwhelming days where you kinda forget what you're working for...and you wonder why you're trying so hard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So it was appropriate that we pulled this song out of the closet tonight and brought it a little bit of life.  It's not done.  But I'm loving where it's going so I can't wait for you to hear it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Break My Heart&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey Jones/Eric Vinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit lonely&lt;br /&gt;Standing where I am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe never stood a chance&lt;br /&gt;But gave it everything I had&lt;br /&gt;What was once a dream&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing but a hope&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Felt so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why'd you have to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's colder in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;More painful in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Scared of all the noises&lt;br /&gt;But the door is locked&lt;br /&gt;Could've knocked me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Hit me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Anything but this&lt;br /&gt;Would have been easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8505279260331888974?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8505279260331888974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8505279260331888974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8505279260331888974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-my-heart.html' title='Break My Heart'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-2968907021209260626</id><published>2010-03-07T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:59:47.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loopy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I cannot believe how fast time flies...and how much can change.  Eight years ago my college girlfriends and I started making an annual trip to Aunt Loopy's house in Atlanta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eight years ago we were freshman in college.  Now most of us are several years into marriages and starting to have kids...and we're well on our way to the careers we've been working so hard for.  I don't have a husband or kids, but I do have a lot more life under my belt.  It's just funny to think about the shifts in topics of conversation over the years.  Relationships get deeper, circumstances get harder and successes become more rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My friend Nicolle started a blog called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://flipproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;"The Flip Project."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  She is documenting the entire year - all 365 days of it - with videos.  Here are the videos she made from this weekend at Loopy's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9988787&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f00000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9988787&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f00000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9988787"&gt;65/365&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/flipproject"&gt;Nicolle Clawson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9963102&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f00000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9963102&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=f00000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9963102"&gt;64/365&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/flipproject"&gt;Nicolle Clawson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You should check out Nicolle's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://flipproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Flip Project"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; when you get a chance.  You should also DEFINITELY have an "Aunt Loopy" weekend of your own.  Gather your friends together, go away somewhere, get in your pajamas and talk, talk, talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the theme song for this weekend was John Mayer's "Say." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if your hands are shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your faith is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even as the eyes are closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do it with a heart wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say what you need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say what you need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-2968907021209260626?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2968907021209260626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/03/loopy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2968907021209260626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2968907021209260626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/03/loopy.html' title='Loopy'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-1644281029114789936</id><published>2010-02-28T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:23:02.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S4wD_RpCGGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sfj_erXH-XI/s1600-h/16135_559981425912_34103823_32784150_5337684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S4wD_RpCGGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sfj_erXH-XI/s320/16135_559981425912_34103823_32784150_5337684_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443730435186235490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Friends are my favorite kind of people on the planet.  I never get sick of having them.  Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tonight I had the pleasure of celebrating my friend Betsy's 26th birthday.  I have known Betsy since she was 17.  Our mutual friend Erin introduced us in October of 2001, the night our rival high schools played against each other in football.  This was also the night that Betsy was crowned Homecoming Queen.  And I was there to witness.  I had no idea then what a good friend she'd become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Betsy's party tonight got me thinking about how much I love people and how much I love making new friends.  I have a ton of friends.  But I genuinely love them all.  Sometimes when I think about how much I love someone, it makes my heart hurt.  I hope that never goes away.  Isn't it great to know a person so well that you know when they are "just being who they are" - to know someone so well that you know exactly how to celebrate them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I have friends that know me so well that they know what I need even before I do.  And I have friends whose opinions I respect so much that I actually dread their opinions.  What would I do if they told me something I didn't want to hear?  I have friends who know things about me that I'd rather nobody knew.  I also have friends that I avoid in hard spells of life because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; know better.  That's a lot of "knows" for one sentence.  But it's good being known.  And even better, there are people who know me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;As humans, we are bound to hurt one another whether we mean to or not.  The people we love the most are the people who are the most capable of hurting us.  But something in me needs to believe that I am loved and accepted by the important people in my life - and I want to believe the best about them.  So I do.  At least, I try my hardest.   And I'm glad I do because I am surrounded by a lot of amazing people that make my life SO rich...and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; colorful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tonight I made two new friends: one who is so passionate about what's going on in Haiti that he can't stand to be in the United States for one second longer, and one who used to be a pro golfer until he decided he couldn't take it anymore.  Now he's a guitar tech in Nashville.  Why not?  I can't wait to see these guys again and hear how life is treating them.  I also got to catch up with some old friends at Betsy's birthday party.  Oh my gosh.  I love them so much that my heart is going to explode.  Ahh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Friends.  I do not want to know a life without them.  So here's to more friends, more love, more hurt, more growth, more understanding...and more of whatever else friendships have to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-1644281029114789936?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1644281029114789936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/1644281029114789936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/1644281029114789936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S4wD_RpCGGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sfj_erXH-XI/s72-c/16135_559981425912_34103823_32784150_5337684_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6909455730386627208</id><published>2010-02-01T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:46:35.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Promo Shots for This &amp; That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I needed some new promo shots for &lt;a href="http://www.thisandthatmusic.com"&gt;This &amp;amp; That&lt;/a&gt;.  Lucky for us, Eric's wife (and my friend) Laura is a photographer.  Here are a few of my favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cSSiOihqI/AAAAAAAAANs/WT7h4RZIszg/s1600-h/IMG_9639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cSSiOihqI/AAAAAAAAANs/WT7h4RZIszg/s320/IMG_9639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433331585080526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cSGs3xFCI/AAAAAAAAANk/hafTJHdEbFI/s1600-h/IMG_9556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cSGs3xFCI/AAAAAAAAANk/hafTJHdEbFI/s320/IMG_9556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433331381779371042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cR9oZmhnI/AAAAAAAAANc/OkXQhJM49jo/s1600-h/IMG_9527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cR9oZmhnI/AAAAAAAAANc/OkXQhJM49jo/s320/IMG_9527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433331225960285810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cRvkreeMI/AAAAAAAAANU/9u0BIeMgQRI/s1600-h/IMG_9488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cRvkreeMI/AAAAAAAAANU/9u0BIeMgQRI/s320/IMG_9488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330984443345090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cRjDZP3KI/AAAAAAAAANM/UoS5GcEBgH4/s1600-h/IMG_9442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cRjDZP3KI/AAAAAAAAANM/UoS5GcEBgH4/s320/IMG_9442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330769350089890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cSqzMUEMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/toqrKFHbgcM/s1600-h/IMG_9713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cSqzMUEMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/toqrKFHbgcM/s320/IMG_9713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433332001951453378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6909455730386627208?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6909455730386627208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-promo-shots-for-this-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6909455730386627208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6909455730386627208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-promo-shots-for-this-that.html' title='New Promo Shots for This &amp; That'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2cSSiOihqI/AAAAAAAAANs/WT7h4RZIszg/s72-c/IMG_9639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6545296958291594711</id><published>2010-01-31T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:43:52.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Back Is The New Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2XBPEhrU2I/AAAAAAAAANE/lMeSc9HPd48/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2XBPEhrU2I/AAAAAAAAANE/lMeSc9HPd48/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432960990149563234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Some friends of mine, Kimberly Novosel, Carrie Hickman and Heather Trabucco started an organization called "&lt;a href="http://www.givingbackisthenewblack.com/"&gt;Giving Back is the New Black&lt;/a&gt;."  How awesome is that?  Basically, it's an organization that shines a spotlight on other non-profits or people that are doing things that "Giving Back" believes in.  These girls have beautiful hearts and an amazing vision to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an official launch party for "Giving Back is the New Black," in Nashville on Thursday, Feb. 11th at 7pm.  This &amp;amp; That is playing!  If you're interested, let me know and I'll get you more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly asked me to tell her a bit about the work I do for the &lt;a href="http://www.songsoflove.org/"&gt;Songs of Love Foundation&lt;/a&gt; and they recently featured me on their website.  You can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.givingbackisthenewblack.com/people.php?nav=lindseyJones"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6545296958291594711?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6545296958291594711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-back-is-new-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6545296958291594711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6545296958291594711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-back-is-new-black.html' title='Giving Back Is The New Black'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S2XBPEhrU2I/AAAAAAAAANE/lMeSc9HPd48/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-811703216222026311</id><published>2010-01-11T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:50:38.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Out A Decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S0s9iMCm4FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l9L--zp3z-g/s1600-h/18533_563333613102_34100702_32888014_3357625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S0s9iMCm4FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l9L--zp3z-g/s320/18533_563333613102_34100702_32888014_3357625_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425497833654902866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I remember exactly what I was doing 10 years ago.  My grandparents took my entire family on our first cruise.  And somewhere in Ocho Rios, Jamaica I had some of those crazy braids put in my hair.  I also had a crush on a boy who wouldn't date me because he'd read the book "I Kissed Dating Goodbye."  In retrospect, thank you, Joshua Harris, for giving so many Christian men that crazy idea.  About that time there had been all sorts of talk about Y2K.  Wanna know something funny?  I have a friend in Nashville whose dad actually wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; book about Y2K.  She has great stories about her dad at the end of 1999.  He had built a bomb shelter of sorts, and stocked it with tons and tons and tons and tons of supplies.  Not to mention the fact that their whole family was subjected to multiple practice drills in preparation for the big day.  Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the gift of no practice drills and no bomb shelter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We spent the actual eve of the Millenium in Mulberry, Kansas (the middle of nowhere in southeastern Kansas) with my dad's side of the family...and I believe my best friends Stacey and Sarah made the trip with us.  I remember it was really fun.  We danced.  We did the limbo.  And I still had those ridiculous braids in my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I turned sixteen in 2000, so that was exciting 'cause I got to drive for the first time.  I thought it was the end of the world (my own personal Y2K or 2012) when my parents made me wait over two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; months to get my driver's license in May since my birthday is actually in March.  I also remember really wanting a super cute, two door sports car.  And I got stuck with the family Nissan Stanza (or as my brother called it, "the Stanz").  My mom told me all I needed to do was lock the back two doors and I'd have the two door car I'd always dreamed of.  I'm envisioning myself having this same conversation with my daughter in twenty years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I think Gwyenth Paltrow must have won an Oscar in 2000 (or maybe it was 1999), but she wore the most beautiful pink dress.  I wanted it SO badly.  Either we couldn't find it or I couldn't afford it.  And my grandma ended up making it for me so that I could go to a dance with the boy who wouldn't date me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I also remember wanting to be in Chamber singers SO badly (the top choir in my high school).  Being accepted for my junior year would be tough since seniority would obviously go to the seniors.  But one morning after the auditions, several screaming girls barged into my room and kidnapped me.  I had to leave the house in my pajamas.  And I was taken to a Chamber Singers initiation somewhere.  Ahh.  I was so excited.  Such good memories!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Why these are the things I remember about this year, I have no idea.  But I want to make more of these good memories.  I can't believe it's been ten years.  I am such a different person now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I had the best New Year's Eve I've ever had.  I went to an actual grown-up party.  And my friends were there.  Friends from Kansas City and Nashville.  The best of both worlds for me.  I think it was the perfect way to kick off a year that will hopefully hold many more "firsts."  I've never been one to write down my goals and dreams...and perhaps this is because I'm scared they won't come true.  Or maybe it's because I'm not really sure what they are.  But I am making it my goal to discover my goals.  If I don't write them down I may never realize when they're accomplished.  And then I may never be thankful for all the things that have come to be.  And I want to be grateful.  I am grateful.  But I want to make a point to be more intentional about this...so...there's one goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Here's to another AMAZING decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-811703216222026311?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/811703216222026311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-out-decade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/811703216222026311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/811703216222026311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-out-decade.html' title='Closing Out A Decade'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/S0s9iMCm4FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/l9L--zp3z-g/s72-c/18533_563333613102_34100702_32888014_3357625_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6655558061766525152</id><published>2009-11-23T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:38:45.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How The Years Go By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'll give you two guesses as to who might have inspired the title for this blog.  Ok.  Time is up.  If you guessed Lady Gaga....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SwrGDlxme6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/j3-jUNZg8m8/s1600/44745056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SwrGDlxme6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/j3-jUNZg8m8/s320/44745056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407352067593763746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;YOU WERE WRONG!  It's Amy Grant, of course.  I saw this card yesterday and it seemed like something my mom should buy for me.  It's so appropriate.  And if you really think about the different generations it makes sense.  I've always said that my generation is extremely feeling and emotion driven...and my parent's generation seems to be much more no non-sense and success driven.  They make decisions because they've thought about it.  I make decisions because it feels right.  They just seem to be a little more private.  And I wear my heart on my sleeve.  Or I just write a lot of songs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, I loved this card.  I wonder what my kids will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6655558061766525152?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6655558061766525152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-how-years-go-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6655558061766525152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6655558061766525152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-how-years-go-by.html' title='Oh How The Years Go By...'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SwrGDlxme6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/j3-jUNZg8m8/s72-c/44745056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-3194608035112678427</id><published>2009-11-15T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:53:49.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am starting to sense a pattern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;At my church in Nashville, whenever new members are initiated into the church, the pastor reads a Bible verse for the new member they claim as their "life verse."  I think about this sometimes.  What would be my life verse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And then, this morning, it became perfectly clear.  You know when you can just feel the change coming?  When everything is set for something new to happen and there's no way to stop it?  I hate that.  I don't like change very much.  And every time this happens a little voice in the back of my head remembers, "Forget the former things; Do not dwell on the past.  See, I am doing a new thing!  Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?" This is from Isaiah 43. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I realized that every time I hear this my heart just screams, "NO!"  Because I know something's coming.  Something's about to change.  And I want to stop it.  And sometimes I even try.  I am so desperate to keep things just the way they are.  I feel like my reluctance to change and my determination to hold on for too long are precisely the reasons that God brings Isaiah 43 to my mind so often.  I need to keep it with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This morning that all became very clear to me.  So when I stand up in front of my church and the pastor reads my life verse...it might end up more as a life chapter.  The whole flippin' thing.  Isaiah 43.  I want all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, so that's my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In other news.  I love my roommate.  Let me set the scene for you.  I'm in my room, reading "Searching For God Knows What," by Donald Miller.  I'm laughing out loud.  Literally.  'Cause he's SOOO funny.  And so right on.  And all of a sudden I get a little distracted by some noises coming from the bathroom.  And I realize that my roommate is in the shower, kind of half-singing/ half-talking to herself in English and in French.  I've really never heard anything like it.  And then I remembered that I had borrowed my friend's Flip camera and so I documented this amazing moment in my life.  I know you will love it.  Watch it.  Laugh.  Share it.  Here you go: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://twitvid.com/3F411" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://twitvid.com/3F411&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SwDr01znrBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GP-ExRORPBM/s1600/14643_560120083042_34100702_32788148_2164971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SwDr01znrBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GP-ExRORPBM/s320/14643_560120083042_34100702_32788148_2164971_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404578845873908754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                          My singing roommate and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And since I'm blogging about such random things, I will also throw in that I went to an amazing concert tonight.  Andy Osenga played (he is my friend and my producer) along with the one and only Waterdeep.  OMG (oh my gosh).  I am floored.  I am actually on the floor.  That's how great it was.  Don and Lori Chaffer (Waterdeep) melt me.  I am like the Wicked Witch of the West.  Just a puddle on the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I have been told that if you go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.waterdeep.com/"&gt;Waterdeep's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; this month you can download Lori Chaffer's solo record for free.  It's called "One Beginning."  I remember when I heard that record for the first time.  I was driving on my way to visit my friend Erin in Joplin, MO.  Not only could I not stop listening to it, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.  I will never forget it.  It was my #1 favorite cd of that year.  I think it will forever remain at least in my top 5.  Get it and let me know what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Alright.  It's late.  I've shared enough of my randomness.  Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-3194608035112678427?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3194608035112678427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-things-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3194608035112678427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3194608035112678427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-things-random.html' title='All Things Random'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SwDr01znrBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GP-ExRORPBM/s72-c/14643_560120083042_34100702_32788148_2164971_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6764397264038475357</id><published>2009-11-09T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:07:00.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music City Unsigned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Svh2EgjF7_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/VsjKuWoZWFs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Svh2EgjF7_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/VsjKuWoZWFs/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197572859588594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My junior year of college I had to take Biology.  I don't remember our professor's last name, but I know it started with a "P" and her first name was "Angela."  I don't think I liked much about this class.  Didn't Belmont University know I was there for the music??  Dr. P was nice enough, but Biology isn't really my thing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this class, and the reason I'm talking about it (rather than my math or history or Spanish class), was that Dr. P made us get into groups of 4. And these groups did everything together for the whole semester.  It was in my group that I met my good friend Rachel.  And it was in my group that I met Ryan and Jon.  The 4 of us had to come up with our own group name and we chose the "Umami's."  It had to relate to biology.  I remember making t-shirts that said "Umami said so!"  Yea, we were so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, it's great 5 years later to see what all my friends are up to.  Jon has since started an organization called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.musiccityunsigned.com/"&gt;Music City Unsigned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; that basically helps unsigned artists in Nashville to unite.  Jon just has a heart for helping people (and all things good) and does a lot of non-profit work on the side.  He is getting ready to launch a non-profit called "Harmony Republic," which I think is really amazing.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this &amp;amp; that is the newest addition to the MCU roster and we are super excited about it.  So check it out when you get a chance: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.musiccityunsigned.com/artists#/thisandthat"&gt;this &amp;amp; that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Be sure to read the bio Jon wrote for us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6764397264038475357?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6764397264038475357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-city-unsigned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6764397264038475357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6764397264038475357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-city-unsigned.html' title='Music City Unsigned'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Svh2EgjF7_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/VsjKuWoZWFs/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-5060650567310579534</id><published>2009-11-02T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:38:24.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fright Fest '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I don't know if anyone else feels this way, but in regards to Halloween I get really hyped up about it and then have a really hard time with the follow through.  I get so nostalgic about the fall and pumpkins and costumes and kids and candy...but the closer I get to October 31st and realize I have no clever idea for a costume, I just get less and less jazzed about dressing up.  I wish I had the clever mind to come up with something really great.  Last year I didn't do anything.  I see other people's costumes and think, "why didn't I come up with that?"  Even my parents are better than me at this whole Halloween thing.  This year they went as a priest and a pregnant nun.  Funny, huh?  By the way, Mom, I'm gonna need a picture of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But sometimes I overlook the obvious.  What is my current obsession????  Well.  Lady Gaga, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;There was one major obstacle in creating this costume.  Lady Gaga doesn't wear pants.  Perhaps if I looked as good as Lady Gaga (whatever her real name is), I would have considered this as an option.  But I didn't think that would be a great look for me.  Then I remembered the hair bow!  Believe it or not, there is an online tutorial you can watch to create that thing.  Unfortunately, the layers in my hair were too short for it to work with my actual hair.  So I had to buy a hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;extension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Su8YIenB1UI/AAAAAAAAALw/uzu1lLj1UMw/s1600-h/Bow-Lady-Gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Su8YIenB1UI/AAAAAAAAALw/uzu1lLj1UMw/s320/Bow-Lady-Gaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399561012175295810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the real deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Su8YDckE_TI/AAAAAAAAALo/tHnRjPUKnDc/s1600-h/15440_559054303872_34100702_32751604_8087251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Su8YDckE_TI/AAAAAAAAALo/tHnRjPUKnDc/s320/15440_559054303872_34100702_32751604_8087251_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399560925726702898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I decided Lady Gaga needed a cute accessory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Su8YAO6MFcI/AAAAAAAAALg/a2hLI77AyyE/s1600-h/15440_559054288902_34100702_32751602_3006126_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Su8YAO6MFcI/AAAAAAAAALg/a2hLI77AyyE/s320/15440_559054288902_34100702_32751602_3006126_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399560870521738690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(with my roommate, Tamarind - the gothy smurf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I know I've talked a lot about channeling my inner Lady Gaga.  But it really was a blast to be her for a night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-5060650567310579534?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5060650567310579534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/fright-fest-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5060650567310579534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5060650567310579534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/fright-fest-09.html' title='Fright Fest &apos;09'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Su8YIenB1UI/AAAAAAAAALw/uzu1lLj1UMw/s72-c/Bow-Lady-Gaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-843204854859810066</id><published>2009-10-26T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:20:24.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE KANSAS CITY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love Kansas City.  Thank you, friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SuZm0SOLkkI/AAAAAAAAALY/pVnMsJnfOmU/s1600-h/FINALBSP_10172009CrosstownStation_177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SuZm0SOLkkI/AAAAAAAAALY/pVnMsJnfOmU/s320/FINALBSP_10172009CrosstownStation_177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114251880665666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, Brian Stevens, for the very cool picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-843204854859810066?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/843204854859810066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-kansas-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/843204854859810066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/843204854859810066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-kansas-city.html' title='I LOVE KANSAS CITY.'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SuZm0SOLkkI/AAAAAAAAALY/pVnMsJnfOmU/s72-c/FINALBSP_10172009CrosstownStation_177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-4188248642386826377</id><published>2009-10-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:40:05.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Pumpkin Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St84lWgSgxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MhKeHhHjzNo/s1600-h/4024629281_e2880321db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St84lWgSgxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MhKeHhHjzNo/s320/4024629281_e2880321db.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395093092960469778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Have you ever seen "Flight of the Conchords?"  I think it's on HBO.  I don't know much about it except that two really funny guys from New Zealand, Jermaine and Brett have a knack for writing really funny songs and creating shows around the songs.  My favorite song is probably "Part Time Model," ("and when you're walking down the street, depending on the street, you are definitely in the top three...depending on the street...you could be a part-time model, but you'd probably have to keep your normal job...").  Pretty funny, huh?  I'm laughing right now just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, this past weekend I traveled to KC with Eric Vinson and the Vinyls and Eric's lovely wife Laura.  And we entertained ourselves on the ride home with a few episodes of "Flight of the Conchords."  I heard "It's Business Time" for the first time...and now it's stuck in my head.  So as I typed the title for this post I was hearing Jermaine and Brett in my ear singing, "It's pumpkin, it's pumpkin time." Google "It's Business Time."  You'll get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love fall.  I love everything about the fall.  Especially pumpkins.  I was very upset about a month ago when I tried to make pumpkin cannelloni and found out that all of Nashville was out of canned pumpkin due to a poor pumpkin crop this year.  Lame?  I know.  I had to make it with sweet potatoes instead.  So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St8402ToIDI/AAAAAAAAALA/NUbNN3T-nJ8/s1600-h/DSCF5509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St8402ToIDI/AAAAAAAAALA/NUbNN3T-nJ8/s320/DSCF5509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395093359195332658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So last weekend was incredible.  Kansas City was so good to us.  The Crosstown Station was amazing and it felt SO good to be home with all of my friends and family.  I loved it.  It was fun to debut "this &amp;amp; that," too.  But, as all good things must come to an end, we couldn't stay.  So we drove back all day Sunday, only to hop back in the van Monday afternoon to drive to Knoxville...where we had another great show.  Thank you, Preservation Pub, for all the good memories and good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St85Hq6tNWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-wgLfWrgTTE/s1600-h/DSCF5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St85Hq6tNWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-wgLfWrgTTE/s320/DSCF5515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395093682555532642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And on the way back we stopped at IHOP and I got to eat some pumpkin pancakes.  Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St85A6AbJ4I/AAAAAAAAALI/6TdkmpIBbro/s1600-h/DSCF5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St85A6AbJ4I/AAAAAAAAALI/6TdkmpIBbro/s320/DSCF5513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395093566346962818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So now I'm sitting at my desk in Nashville, scheming ways to play more shows and trying to think of something really creative to write a song about.  Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-4188248642386826377?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4188248642386826377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-pumpkin-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/4188248642386826377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/4188248642386826377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-pumpkin-time.html' title='It&apos;s Pumpkin Time!'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/St84lWgSgxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MhKeHhHjzNo/s72-c/4024629281_e2880321db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-7036919232122575590</id><published>2009-10-15T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:41:20.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Grammy Goes To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Std62tfcYCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wNA7am1ylrI/s1600-h/my+grammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Std62tfcYCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wNA7am1ylrI/s320/my+grammy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392914159142461474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-7036919232122575590?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7036919232122575590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-grammy-goes-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/7036919232122575590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/7036919232122575590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-grammy-goes-to.html' title='And The Grammy Goes To...'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Std62tfcYCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wNA7am1ylrI/s72-c/my+grammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8433582839217213858</id><published>2009-10-13T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:12:43.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This, That And The Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/StTQytHwymI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bSHZWV5nYxM/s1600-h/this%26thatyellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/StTQytHwymI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bSHZWV5nYxM/s320/this%26thatyellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392164223393516130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Guess what!?  This &amp;amp; That has it's own blog and logo now!&lt;br /&gt;Please go check it out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.thisandthatmusic.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thisandthatmusic.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am going to be kicking things up a notch with this little duo of mine.  I hope to get us out more and playing as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shows, if you are a Kansas Citian you need to catch our show (and my show) this weekend at Crosstown Station by the Power and Light District.  It's Saturday night (Oct. 17th) at 8pm.  It will feature Red Guitar, Sometimes Three, This &amp;amp; That, Eric Vinson (the other 1/2 of This &amp;amp; That) and yours truly.  Please come!  Tickets are $8 in advance and $10 at the door.  Seriously, don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In the meantime, check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.thisandthatmusic.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thisandthatmusic.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; - become a fan or a follower or whatever you call it...and make sure you download the music for FREE.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8433582839217213858?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8433582839217213858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-that-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8433582839217213858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8433582839217213858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-that-and-other.html' title='This, That And The Other'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/StTQytHwymI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bSHZWV5nYxM/s72-c/this%26thatyellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-5855721542768383758</id><published>2009-10-08T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:32:00.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow The Yellow Brick Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I recently found an old friend on Facebook and Blogger.  Her name is Alison Walla.  I met Alison sometime around my senior year of high school.  She is a few years older than I am, so at the time of our introduction she had just moved back to Kansas City after having spent several years in New York pursuing her Broadway dreams.  I wish now that I would have asked her how she felt about coming home.  I don't know how long she'd tried - I know the dream didn't come true the first time around.  And looking back, I don't know why she came home...I doubt it was to give up.  I never got the idea from Alison that she felt defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, the other day I was going through some old keepsakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I am "one of those kind of people."  The kind that keeps everything 'cause it means something.  My friend Julianna did not understand why I'd kept a letter she'd written me 6 years earlier.  I'm sure she'd said something nice about me in the letter and I thought maybe I'd need to read it again someday for an emotional boost.  Julianna says I should read letters and throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going through my old keepsakes and I come across a Playbill from the Broadway production of "Into The Woods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer that Alison and I became really close (2002 if you were wondering) she got a call from her agent to come try out for a part in "Into The Woods," opposite Vanessa Williams.  She lived in Kansas City at this point.  Not New York, mind you.  I remember when she flew out to audition.  I remember when she got the call back.  And I remember when she flew back to New York to start her new job!  And then she sent me a Playbill.  And her name was in it.  And I kept it.  And I look at it now and then.  What a good reminder for me and my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison also gave me a tiny little photo frame with the Bible verse, "You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride," to remind me who I am.  I still have it.  Another precious reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Alison in years, but because we're friends on Facebook (and hopefully still friends in real life) I get to keep up with her.  Now she's been in several Broadway shows and touring productions and TV shows, etc.  Not that you have to have all that good stuff to be a success.  But her dream did come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just make you feel good??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!!!  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you get the point.  Never give up.  Good things happen whether they're what we thought they'd be or something completely different.  There are blessings all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Alison has her own blog.  She is an amazing knitter (I'm jealous) and cook...and she has all sorts of great things so say.  So check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.lepetithibou.blogspot.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.lepetithibou.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-5855721542768383758?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5855721542768383758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-yellow-brick-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5855721542768383758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5855721542768383758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/follow-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Follow The Yellow Brick Road'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6062526121222888403</id><published>2009-10-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:46:06.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstXSVC9q3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/zjqI5BlC8cc/s1600-h/8517_556979965862_34100702_32679775_1458356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstXSVC9q3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/zjqI5BlC8cc/s320/8517_556979965862_34100702_32679775_1458356_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497351477767026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I think that I might be magnet for strange people.  Weird things happen to me all the time.  And, granted, sometimes this is my fault.  I'm not sure I'm good with reactions.  One time, a guy at the apartment complex I used to live in saw me getting out of my car and came up to me.  He asked me if I'd wanna get a drink with him that night.  Other than the fact that I'd never met or seen this guy before in my life, I suppose this wasn't too out of the ordinary.  But I didn't know how to respond.  I feel like saying "no, thanks," is kinda mean.  So, instead, I just turned around and walked to my apartment with no response at all.  I can't believe I did that.  The poor guy asked me a question and I just walked away and ignored him completely.  In that instance, I would be the strange, awkward one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstXbG1YW-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/EKl5_h1PsrI/s1600-h/8517_556979975842_34100702_32679777_7091599_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstXbG1YW-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/EKl5_h1PsrI/s320/8517_556979975842_34100702_32679777_7091599_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497502281522146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went with Eric Vinson and the Vinyls down to Madison, Alabama to play a street festival.  It was quite an ordeal even getting into the place because by the time we arrived all the streets were blocked off.  So we couldn't get the trailer anywhere near the stage.  As we were standing around trying to come up with a plan of action, I heard someone say "Hey, Lindsey," behind me.  Thinking it must be someone I knew (since they knew my name), I turned around excitedly only to find a strange man with a huge lizard on his shoulder.  He got the lizard about 5 inches from me and started swinging the lizard tail in my face.  I was so surprised that I'm almost 100% positive I made a really awkward sound.  Some kind of a screech, I would imagine.  I just know I was so caught off guard that I did not play it especially cool.  I realize this is kinda one of those "you had to be there" sort of things, but please trust me.  This was so weird.  Eric and the other guys kept talking about it all day.  They all agree it was one of the strangest human interactions they've ever seen.  Despite that, though, the festival turned out to be a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had searched for venues to play in Alabama and I found a "Top 10 Things To Do In Alabama" list.  The Madison Street Festival was on it.  They were so sweet and generous to us.  So thank you, Madison.  We really did love your festival, lizards and all.  Oh, and there was one booth in particular that caught my eye.  It had a huge sign that read, "Are You A Good Person Or A Bad Person?  Take This Simple Test And Get A Free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Souvenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;."  I'm sad I did not take that test because I still don't know the answer :)  And I really would have liked a free souvenir.  Maybe next time.  I wish we'd had more time to walk around but we had to get back to good 'ole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;Nashvegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstXWDJrWUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cJMkxhvGQME/s1600-h/8517_556979970852_34100702_32679776_7009679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstXWDJrWUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cJMkxhvGQME/s320/8517_556979970852_34100702_32679776_7009679_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497415393564994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've met some new friends that I'd like to introduce you to.  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/farewellflight"&gt;Farewell Flight&lt;/a&gt;.  They are an awesome band and you need to hear them.  Don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstW85svEBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KAs8cKKYKIc/s1600-h/DSCF5388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstW85svEBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KAs8cKKYKIc/s320/DSCF5388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389496983359524882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for now.  I need to keep better track of all the strange things that happen to me.  Does anyone else feel like they attract weirdness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6062526121222888403?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6062526121222888403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-home-alabama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6062526121222888403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6062526121222888403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet Home Alabama'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SstXSVC9q3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/zjqI5BlC8cc/s72-c/8517_556979965862_34100702_32679775_1458356_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-4676352560290931974</id><published>2009-09-30T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:55:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is Where The Art Is Tour (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNh6_fjUHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AMjkFs49M00/s1600-h/10325_648779374155_38402999_37327874_5797435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNh6_fjUHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AMjkFs49M00/s320/10325_648779374155_38402999_37327874_5797435_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387257245369323634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that I was heading to Charleston, SC and Atlanta, GA for two shows on the Home Is Where The Art Is Tour with Jessica Campbell.  It was a great trip - we met so many great people.  I found out that Charleston is where "The Notebook" was filmed, which made my day.  I was re-enacting scenes in my mind the whole time :)  I felt just like Rachel McAdams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the shows - I'll add more as I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiA5XyGjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AEZus0eeZAQ/s1600-h/10325_651515196545_38402999_37418111_6672761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiA5XyGjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AEZus0eeZAQ/s320/10325_651515196545_38402999_37418111_6672761_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387257346805340722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jessica and I with our host in Charleston, SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiocoF7yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WINgWFCu9Ds/s1600-h/IMG_5137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiocoF7yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WINgWFCu9Ds/s320/IMG_5137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387258026283888418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica and I on the front porch of the Iverson's in Atlanta, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiUTTUxDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MrpnNW0rV-s/s1600-h/IMG_5171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiUTTUxDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MrpnNW0rV-s/s320/IMG_5171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387257680183477298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiIdbLjuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/symA9ol4MNU/s1600-h/IMG_5133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNiIdbLjuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/symA9ol4MNU/s320/IMG_5133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387257476742352610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-4676352560290931974?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4676352560290931974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-is-where-art-is-tour-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/4676352560290931974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/4676352560290931974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-is-where-art-is-tour-part-ii.html' title='Home Is Where The Art Is Tour (Part II)'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SsNh6_fjUHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AMjkFs49M00/s72-c/10325_648779374155_38402999_37327874_5797435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6213500714978269160</id><published>2009-09-27T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:33:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Need of Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm sorry.  I apologize.  I haven't had much to blog about lately.  But I'm in need of a few laughs, so I thought I would share a few of my funnier moments as of late.  Maybe you'll laugh, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was hired to lead worship for a womens' retreat in Kansas City.  It was a bit colder in KC than I had originally thought it would be, so even though I had brought a casual dress to wear for the day I opted for a pair of jeans, some gold flip flops and a normal top.  I suppose that when the word "retreat," pops into my head that I think of a somewhat informal event.  I walked into the womens' "retreat," yesterday morning and EVERYONE was wearing a dressy suit along with pantyhose and high heels.  And then there was me in my jeans and flip flops.  Oh my gosh.  I was so embarrassed.  I felt so out of place and so unprofessional.  I considered apologizing, but decided that it would be better just to own it.  So that's what I did.  I rocked those jeans and flip flops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might make you smile.  A few weeks ago I was hanging out with my favorite 7 year old, Tessa.  We were sitting in the car and I was talking to her older sister.  Out of nowhere, Tessa blurted out, "SEXY."  Her sister and I stopped our conversation.  "What did you say," I asked?  "SEXY," Tessa said again.  Huh.  So I asked her what she thought that meant.  "It's when you eat chocolate and watch movies."  Right on, Tessa.  Right on.  I love kids.  They say the best things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask Tessa and her sister Coco, "what is the funniest thing you've done today?"  If someone asked me that question, I would tell them about my little clothing mishap from yesterday.  So, since I'm in need of laughter, I am going to pose that question to you.  What is the funniest thing you've done or experienced today?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6213500714978269160?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6213500714978269160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/desperate-need-of-laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6213500714978269160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6213500714978269160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/desperate-need-of-laughter.html' title='Desperate Need of Laughter'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8916658522368356136</id><published>2009-09-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:58:30.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SqZ-F1xZqII/AAAAAAAAAIk/dJUe4ljgZUw/s1600-h/DSCF5365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SqZ-F1xZqII/AAAAAAAAAIk/dJUe4ljgZUw/s320/DSCF5365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379125443739363458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go back to the first blog post I ever created, I mentioned that I was training for a 1/2 marathon.  Well.  I did it!  My good friends, Ryan and Rebekah Mitchell and I drove up to Virginia Beach for Labor Day weekend and ran the "Rock'N'Roll Virginia Beach 1/2 Marathon."  13.1 miles.  We got up at 4am on Sunday (September 6) and made our way to the starting line.  My official time was 2:29:29, which was about fifteen minutes better than how I thought I'd do.  I'm not fast!!  That's about an 11 minute mile for anyone who's doing the math.  But the important part is that I finished and ran the whole time.  And I didn't die or pass out (and unfortunately, that happens sometimes...haha...remeber the Great Wall of China incident also from the first post?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's sister, Keri, lives in Virginia Beach with her family and she was kind enough to host us along with all the Mitchells.  Eight of the ten Mitchell clan ran the 1/2 marathon!  And of the two that didn't run, Aileen is three, and her dad Luke needed to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SqZ-B1j8SkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qfDIPaFX7-o/s1600-h/DSCF5363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SqZ-B1j8SkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qfDIPaFX7-o/s320/DSCF5363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379125374963436098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SqZ9930sHpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mnLl1a2KMOE/s1600-h/DSCF5361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SqZ9930sHpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mnLl1a2KMOE/s320/DSCF5361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379125306851073682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an amazing experience and I'm so happy I did it.  Nevermind that I am walking around like an 80 year old woman.  Hopefully, I'll get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other great news, I sang on the new &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/joshwilson"&gt;Josh Wilson&lt;/a&gt; ep, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Not-Snapshot-Josh-Wilson/dp/B002J0QDWI"&gt;Life Is Not A Snapshot,&lt;/a&gt;" on the song "Right In Front Of Me," a few months ago.  The ep released TODAY!!!  Josh is a great Christian artist and he's a wonderful person, too.  If he comes to your town, you should see him!  But, regardless, you should go buy it.  You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8916658522368356136?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8916658522368356136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8916658522368356136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8916658522368356136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It!!'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SqZ-F1xZqII/AAAAAAAAAIk/dJUe4ljgZUw/s72-c/DSCF5365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-3079451088650144630</id><published>2009-09-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:44:05.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is Where The Art Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just found out today that I am hitting the road for a couple of unexpected dates at the end of a tour.  This is a great opportunity and I am very excited.  So if you live in Charleston, SC or Atlanta, GA you are in luck.  I am coming to your city!!  Details are TBA.  This is what I know for now.  I am traveling with Nashville singer/songwriter Jessica Campbell and she is awesome.  I am honored.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Charleston show is the evening of Thursday, September 17 and the Atlanta show is the evening of Friday, September 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is all part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://homewheretheartis.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Home Is Where The Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is tour, which benefits local homeless organizations in the cities where we're playing.  Check out the website to see if the tour is stopping in your city (without me).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-3079451088650144630?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3079451088650144630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-is-where-art-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3079451088650144630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3079451088650144630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-is-where-art-is.html' title='Home Is Where The Art Is'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8943949120005020341</id><published>2009-08-29T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:50:02.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do When You're With Friends You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today I'm reporting from Pigeon Forge, TN.  I'm hanging out with one of my best friends from college, Tiffany.  And laughing is our favorite thing to do together.  I have a show tonight in Knoxville, so I had gotten my guitar out to practice and Tiffany and I ended up writing this song.  We think it was meant to be written.  It just kept evolving.  And it's pretty awesome.  Just to warn you, we have not taken showers or gotten off the couch all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-902519dc67d781b9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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102, 102);"&gt;I thought I knew twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But then I asked for everyone's advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I thought I knew then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Why don't I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't feel like a human, I just feel like a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Moooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel like a cow, I feel like a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel like a cow, like a big, brown cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't feel like a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't feel like a cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel like a cow, so what you think about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's the size of my thighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It just messes with my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't you think I'm insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Like a mad cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mad Cow Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel like a cow, I feel like a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel like a cow, like a big, brown cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Swine flu, I ain't got it, I got the Mad Cow Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Like a Mad Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel like a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8943949120005020341?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=902519dc67d781b9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8943949120005020341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when-youre-with-friends-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8943949120005020341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8943949120005020341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when-youre-with-friends-you.html' title='What To Do When You&apos;re With Friends You Love'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8541042735407848758</id><published>2009-08-26T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:12:22.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up In The Air (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I told you it would happen and it did. You can read my previous blog if you're wondering what I'm talking about.  But I got together yesterday with the other half of “This &amp;amp; That” (&lt;a href="http://www.thisandthatmusic.com"&gt;www.thisandthatmusic.com&lt;/a&gt;), Mr. Eric Vinson, and we wrote “Up In The Air.” I can’t wait for you to hear it. I’ve attached the lyrics and a scratch version of the song – we just recorded it really quickly after we finished writing so that we wouldn’t forget it. Don’t expect a great quality recording. You’ll get the gist of it. And I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SiyK0dtvK9/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SiyK0dtvK9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=SiyK0dtvK9" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=SiyK0dtvK9" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=SiyK0dtvK9" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=SiyK0dtvK9" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/SiyK0dtvK9/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.imeem.com/people/EGZ8L2j/music/LPd1ehoU/lindsey-jones-and-eric-vinson-up-in-the-air/"&gt;Up In The Air - Lindsey Jones and Eric Vinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Up In The Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Lindsey Jones and Eric Vinson (8.25.09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was high, drifting away on a cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Unaware the only way out was down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I fell with the rain as it poured all the way to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And all I’m left with is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Everything so up in the air          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I can’t take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I either need to learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Or how to fake it well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So no one can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I second guess every step that I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Just in case you might be looking my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What a mess that you and my happiness make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And all I’m left with is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Everything so up in the air          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I can’t take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I either need to learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Or how to fake it well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So no one can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Looking through windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So I can watch everyone else (everybody else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But I need a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So I can start seeing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Everything’s so up in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I can’t take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I either need to learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Or how to fake it well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So no one can tell (I don’t want to fake it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I’d love to hear your thoughts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8541042735407848758?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8541042735407848758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-in-air-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8541042735407848758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8541042735407848758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-in-air-part-ii.html' title='Up In The Air (Part II)'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-2334833153726289314</id><published>2009-08-18T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:22:00.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This is the theme of my life: Up In The Air.  I need to write a song about this. Actually, now that I’ve thought it out loud I have no choice.  I’m going to.  So wait for it.  Coming soon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I spend so much time thinking about all the things that are going wrong with my life that I forget to breathe – and I just get so overwhelmed.  I forget I’m not the one in control.  And I forget that I’m not going to screw everything up.  I don’t think I have been given that much power.  But life and decisions feel so big sometimes.  And I have a hard time trusting my God-given abilities and instincts.  I have ESPECIALLY hated making decisions as of late.  I would much rather someone tell me what to do so I can go on people-pleasing and avoid the responsibility that I, and only I, have to live MY life well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was telling my friend Betsy last week that I had been given an opportunity that I wasn’t sure about…until another one of my friends reassured me that she thought it was a good idea.  So, because this friend felt good about it, I decided it was ok for me to feel good about it.  Betsy was honest with me that she didn’t think I should do something just because someone else thought I should.  I know she’s right.  But if Betsy’s right that means I have to make my own decisions and I don’t want to!  Is this what it means to be a grown-up?  If so I’m moving back in with my parents (haha).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My friend, Kim, sent me a book last week, “Secrets of the Secret Place,” by Bob Sorge.  It has been just what I needed.  Here’s a short passage from the chapter on making decisions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“Those who make decisions based on external data become thermometers of society: Their lives reflect the natural forces that shape their destiny.  But those who make decisions based upon what they see in God become thermostats of society: They influence their world through the forcefulness of bringing divinely received initiatives to bear upon this earthly sphere.  Intimacy precedes insight.  Passion precedes purpose.  First comes the secret place, then comes divine guidance.  God doesn’t simply want to get you on the right path, He wants to enjoy you throughout the journey.  He doesn’t want you to find His will and then take off running, leaving Him in the dust.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I’d rather be a thermostat than a thermometer.  I’d rather be making the decisions that God directs me to make than the ones that society tells me to.  I want to change the world.  I don’t just want to fit into it.  So if any of you want to tell me how I can do that, I’d really appreciate it.  JUST KIDDING.  Well, actually, I’m not kidding.  But I am.  But I’m not…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-2334833153726289314?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2334833153726289314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-in-air.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2334833153726289314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2334833153726289314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-in-air.html' title='Up In The Air'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-2842574202829817460</id><published>2009-08-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:10:07.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Music Video Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Wow.  I just got online to check my email and discovered I was tagged in a video on Facebook!!  Please watch this.  It made my entire day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/n/?video/video.php&amp;amp;v=111682549190&amp;amp;mid=f51714G20855deGe1dfc8G1d" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/n/?&lt;wbr&gt;video/video.php&amp;amp;v=&lt;wbr&gt;111682549190&amp;amp;mid=&lt;wbr&gt;f51714G20855deGe1dfc8G1d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-2842574202829817460?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2842574202829817460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-music-video-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2842574202829817460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2842574202829817460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-music-video-ever.html' title='First Music Video Ever'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-753950578452936358</id><published>2009-08-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:08:28.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Every so often I have a show that excedes my expectations.  I have been lucky to have a lot of those lately!   Last week Eric Vinson and I played at the Connection Cafe in Brentwood, TN.  We met a guy named Joe Henricks, an awesome local photographer, and he took some great pictures. Thank you, Joe.  You can check out his website at: &lt;a href="http://photojoeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://photojoeblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to download our newest 3 song ep for FREE - &lt;a href="http://www.thisandthatmusic.com/"&gt;This &amp;amp; That&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-hSScaDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/njkzfwsxKhs/s1600-h/KCN-157-NN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-hSScaDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/njkzfwsxKhs/s320/KCN-157-NN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370963140926007346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-lOrGAaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D-EwDMBo88g/s1600-h/KCN-214-NN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-lOrGAaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D-EwDMBo88g/s320/KCN-214-NN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370963208675131810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-tCGbyHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SwRkoXeFZmM/s1600-h/KCN-267-NN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-tCGbyHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SwRkoXeFZmM/s320/KCN-267-NN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370963342739097714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-ow5WYjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MK3NLWI9JC8/s1600-h/KCN-244-NN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-ow5WYjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MK3NLWI9JC8/s320/KCN-244-NN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370963269401338418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-wWry_vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cLw2DXAAQgs/s1600-h/KCN-302-NN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-wWry_vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cLw2DXAAQgs/s320/KCN-302-NN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370963399804124914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-753950578452936358?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/753950578452936358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/connection-cafe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/753950578452936358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/753950578452936358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/connection-cafe.html' title='Connection Cafe'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sol-hSScaDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/njkzfwsxKhs/s72-c/KCN-157-NN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6901981163392606358</id><published>2009-08-12T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:22:39.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready To Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SoKz01R1a1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nabMYZYBzPU/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SoKz01R1a1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nabMYZYBzPU/s320/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369051426015505234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I was doing my morning reading this morning and when I looked up Lilly was staring at me from across the table.  "Mom, where's my food?"  I added the plate and utensils.  But, she's cute.  Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Does this take the award for my shortest blog ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6901981163392606358?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6901981163392606358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-ready-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6901981163392606358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6901981163392606358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-ready-to-eat.html' title='I&apos;m Ready To Eat'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SoKz01R1a1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nabMYZYBzPU/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-5244118455053225667</id><published>2009-08-09T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:58:38.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sn-o-c7e3cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HwqWjqWqoMo/s1600-h/poster-final-email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sn-o-c7e3cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HwqWjqWqoMo/s320/poster-final-email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368195071719955906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I promised.  I am following through.  I said I'd let you know how it was.  The Tomato Festival in East Nashville was FANTASTIC.  I hate to say it but I kinda felt like I was in Kansas City.  KC always has these wonderful events like the Plaza Art Fair and the Westport one...and the First Friday events....and I was so proud of Nashville for the Tomato Fest.  It made me feel like home.  Turns out it was less about tomatoes and more about supporting local visual artists and music and restaurants and all things organic (not that I care too much about organic stuff).  I had a KILLER hot dog.  Next time you're in East Nashville you should stop at "I Dream of Weenie."  You won't be disappointed.  I'm not sure if I mentioned this in an earlier blog, but ever since I went to Tampa this past June I have been obsessed with hot dogs.  I love them.  Why have I deprived myself of this pleasure for so long?  I had hot dogs again for dinner tonight (Hebrew National 97% Fat Free All Beef Hot Dog...it has all the goodness of a regular one).  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another treat from the Tomato Festival - the Pied Piper Creamery.  It's a local East Nashville ice cream shop.  They have the most creative flavors.  I am not usually a fan of chocolate ice cream, but they had a flavor called "hot chocolate," and it was chocolate ice cream with cayenne pepper.  Love it.  Love cayenne pepper.  Maybe I'll start putting that on my hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with two last thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Honesty is so freeing.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do not go see "The Ugly Truth."  This is NOT a chick flick.  NOT a chick flick.  The previews are deceptive.  Save your money.  Or actually, spend it.  Just go see "Julie and Julia" instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-5244118455053225667?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5244118455053225667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomato-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5244118455053225667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5244118455053225667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomato-fest.html' title='Tomato Fest'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sn-o-c7e3cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HwqWjqWqoMo/s72-c/poster-final-email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-2995401921116075741</id><published>2009-08-08T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:38:16.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia &amp; Julie &amp; Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sn1xT3rxAoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gbxf0MpBGZk/s1600-h/Julie_and_Julia_Book_Cover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sn1xT3rxAoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gbxf0MpBGZk/s320/Julie_and_Julia_Book_Cover1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367570917074469506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I went with my amazing friends, Sam and Jess Tinnesz to see "Julia &amp;amp; Julie."  Or maybe it's called "Julie &amp;amp; Julia."  I can't remember.  I do remember thinking that whichever the order of the names in the title goes, I thought it should have been the other way around.  And now they both sound fine to me.  So I can't remember.  Regardless, I would like to highly recommend this movie.  It was written and either produced or directed by Nora Ephron, who actually just wrote a book that I just finished reading ("I Feel Bad About My Neck"), so I'm realizing that I'm a big Nora Ephron fan.  She is also responsible for "When Harry Met Sally" and "Sleepless In Seattle."  But men, don't be worried...I don't think this is a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself really relating to the Julie character.  There's this scene in the beginning of the movie where she's sitting at a table with a few of her girlfriends and it is so clear that her life has not gone the way she's intended it to.  You need to go see the movie for yourself, but I'm not giving it away when I say that she finally finds something she's passionate about, which is cooking her way through a Julia Child cookbook.  So the entire movie I kind of found myself thinking I should do the same thing.  Which is not gonna happen.  Twelve hours later I've come to my senses and realized that this could not and should not be where I focus myself.  But it was nice to think about for awhile.  And actually, Jess and I talked about maybe cooking our way through a cookbook together...but just once a week.  Wouldn't that be fun?  Am I old?  I feel like that's something that old people do.  My mom (who is NOT old) and her friend Shawn are taking two cooking classes next week and I am jealous.  Maybe I need to hop on the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was my favorite part of last night's entertainment (besides the good company of my friends): Nicole Kidman.  She sat right in front of us at the movie.  I mean, this lady could have gone to the premier if she'd wanted to.  But she chose to see it with me instead.  I see country stars all the time...I've even seen Keith Urban...and I'm just not that impressed anymore.  But I've always wanted to see a movie star.  And my dream came true and it totally lived up to my expectations.  She was everything I thought she'd be and more.  You know how sometimes in pictures her skin looks so tight that she looks full of botox?  She doesn't look like that in person - she looks absolutely gorgeous and youthful.  And normal.  I'm happy to report that Nashville must be an awesome place for a star to live because not ONE person stopped her during the movie or on her way out to her car for an autograph.  I would know because I followed her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I should really be friends.  We have a lot in common.  We're both really pale.  We're both over Tom Cruise.  We've both been to Australia.  I like people with Australian accents.  And we've both had an insane crush on Keith Urban at one point or another (I'm sorry to say she won).  Maybe I'll talk to her the next time I see her and just pretend I don't know who she is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off for the day.  This should be a beautiful Saturday with friends.  I think I'm going to the Tomato Festival.  And if you're wondering what that is, I'm not sure, so I'll let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-2995401921116075741?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2995401921116075741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/julia-julie-nicole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2995401921116075741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2995401921116075741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/julia-julie-nicole.html' title='Julia &amp; Julie &amp; Nicole'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sn1xT3rxAoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gbxf0MpBGZk/s72-c/Julie_and_Julia_Book_Cover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-7506924157333490164</id><published>2009-08-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:46:23.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest And Greatest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SnslaOEXMcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/65qbcJpg_uQ/s1600-h/IMG_6006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SnslaOEXMcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/65qbcJpg_uQ/s320/IMG_6006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366924513325298114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!  Ok, so I realize it's been awhile since I've blogged.  And this is why: July was pretty tame.  I was so busy this past spring that I didn't have a ton of time to book any shows and as a result my adventures were few.  Not that it was completely unblogworthy.  Yes, I just made that word up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in awhile because I've been told by SEVERAL people that I need to step it up.  What I don't understand is why I didn't even know these people read my blog in the first place.  I've been under the impression that I only had 7 followers and no one would care (though I now see I have 11) if I got a little lax with the updates.  SO I'm asking you to step it up now.  If you read.  Commit.  Follow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, and I have no idea why, all this typing has made me think about someplace I really meant to go this past week.  Blanc Burgers.  I am craving a delicious peppercorn burger.  Shoot!  I have been to Kansas City twice in the past two weeks and I would have to say Blanc was a major highlight of the first trip.  To all you Kansans I would highly recommend this joint.  I was determined to make it there again on the second trip.  But, alas, I forgot.  My loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love food, you guys.  I'm just sitting here thinking about all the great food I consumed in KC.  And when people come to Nashville I get so excited to take them to my favorite restaurants here.  Meals can be such an event.  I just love it.  And I love the friends and family that I get to share these experiences with.  I'm so full of love right now :)  Or should I say I'm full on love?  Haha.  Get it?  Yes, I am aware that I'm not very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go to KC I feel such a pull to stay.  It is home.  I think it will always be home.  I can't imagine it any other way.  I wish it were possible to split my time between two cities.  Do you think if I moved to KC that I'd feel the same way about Nashville?  My mom told me this week that I really remind her of the latest Bachelorette, Jillian Harris, which is the ULTIMATE complement for me because I truly believe that Jillian and I could be best friends.  And one of my mom's reasons is that Jillian is completely ruled by her emotions.  Yes, that is me.  100% me.  I can't seem to separate the truth from the way I feel about the truth.  And there is a difference :)  But if being the way I am finds me a hunk like Ed (Jillian's new fiance), then I will be ok.  All that to say...that right now, at this exact moment, if I'd allow myself to follow my emotions I would have my things already packed and I'd be 1/2 way back to Kansas City right now.  But I know Nashvegas is the place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's enough about Kansas.  I could go on for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my LATEST AND GREATEST THING.  My good friend Eric Vinson and I have been writing together for awhile now and everytime we write we come up with something fantastic.  It's impossible for us to do otherwise.  So we decided to release a 3 song EP of our music.  We are calling ourselves "This and That," and you can download this EP for FREE (YES FREE!!!!) at www.thisandthatmusic.com - What are you waiting for?  Go now!  This link will send you to a site called "noisetrade," which was started by Derek Webb.  All you have to do to get it for free is to give 5 friends' email addresses...but I promise you that these friends will get ONE email saying "I downloaded this EP and you should too." And that is it.  They will not be added to a mailing list and they will not start getting annoying spam emails.  I pinky promise.  If you don't want to do that, you can pay what you want for the music.  So I'm pretty sure you could pay $1.00.   Whatever.  Just get it.  'Cause I really think you will love it.  Go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.thisandthatmusic.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  I hope to have an amazing revelation for you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I will leave you with this thought.  I am going to help you avoid a mistake I made this morning.  If you're thinking about going to the airport in a cute outfit that involves a large belt (that is not only nice to look at but is also necessary for holding things in place), think again.  The security guard will make you take it off and everyone will have to wait for you to squeeze it through the belt loops that were much too small for such a large belt to begin with...and then you will realize that everyone can see your underwear and you will be praying very hard that you can make it past the metal detector without your pants falling.  Please think about this the next time you go to the airport.  It will save you a lot of stress and a lot of embarrassment.  Just a suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-7506924157333490164?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7506924157333490164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-latest-and-greatest-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/7506924157333490164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/7506924157333490164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-latest-and-greatest-thing.html' title='My Latest And Greatest Thing'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SnslaOEXMcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/65qbcJpg_uQ/s72-c/IMG_6006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8998735755048352389</id><published>2009-07-22T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:01:22.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If you've ever heard me say "I've gotta go write a Song of Love," hopefully you've known what I meant and didn't think I was going off to write some love song for no one or maybe someone :) But if you don't know about this organization, I want to take a minute to tell you about it because it is very dear to me. And there are ways you can help. There is nothing more special to me than getting a letter from a child or a parent thanking me for their son or daughter's song...and there is nothing more heartbreaking than getting a letter informing me that their child never made it to hear his/her song. Songs of Love is amazing - and if you can personally help or know of someone that might be in need of a song, please let me know!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songsoflove.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Songs of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The Songs of Love Foundation is a non-profit organization that creates free personalized songs for ailing children. Professional songwriters from all over the country (and the world) write, perform and produce more than 250 original songs every month. Our songwriters perform songs in any style ranging from hip-hop to heavy metal, pop to classical, with lyrics based on the interests of each child and the loving people in that child’s life. Children of all ages (up to and including 21) who are currently battling a serious illness are eligible to receive a song, free of charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Every child is unique and so is every "song of love" composition. In 13 years, the Songs of Love Foundation has written songs for more than 19,000 children in hospitals throughout the country and the world. The songs alleviate pain and trauma during painful and scary hospital treatments. Song recipients play their "songs of love" in all kinds of situations and settings such as car trips to the hospital, show and tell at school, for family and friends, and even for the doctors and nurses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There are many ways to help this unique and innovative children’s charity. Through its vehicle donation program, CARS (Children Are Receiving), folks across the country can donate their car, boat, or other vehicle in order to help further the organization’s mission of music. Donated vehicles are fully tax-deductible as allowed by law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For more information on donating your car, boat or other automobile, you can visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songsoflove.org/cardonation" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;www.songsoflove.org/cardonation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; or call toll-free, 1-888-909-SONG (7664). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Each child’s “song of love” costs the charity approximately $250 to create, though the Songs of Love Foundation also accepts cash donations in any amount. The $250 covers the cost to produce the song, as well as all administrative and office tasks involved in delivering each song to the child it was written for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;To make a cash donation, you can visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songsoflove.org/donation" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;www.songsoflove.org/donation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; or call toll-free, 1-800-960-SONG (7664). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;To request a song, you can visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songsoflove.org/profilesheet.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;http://www.songsoflove.org/profilesheet.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; or call 1-800-960-SONG (7664) to request a profile sheet in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8998735755048352389?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8998735755048352389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/songs-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8998735755048352389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8998735755048352389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/songs-of-love.html' title='Songs of Love'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-1745977908015748766</id><published>2009-07-16T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:54:37.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Member of The Four Kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl93UBxZEkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_NdGG24xBPc/s1600-h/l_a67f1b6a44b67d6970c672f896f4d00d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl93UBxZEkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_NdGG24xBPc/s320/l_a67f1b6a44b67d6970c672f896f4d00d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359133267550868034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  I am obsessed with the band called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thefourkicks"&gt;THE FOUR KICKS&lt;/a&gt;.  If you read my blog regularly, you will recognize their name because I have mentioned them before.  Anyway, they were in the studio today and I was, once again, amazed by their amazingness.  So I asked if there would be any way I could join their band.  They told me that if I'd grow a beard like Josh Smith (see below) that I could be the 5th member.  So, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl92rarDQbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PmXjQKmPIGg/s1600-h/n25006175_34544265_8983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl92rarDQbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PmXjQKmPIGg/s320/n25006175_34544265_8983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132569860522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;What do you think??????  Does it suit me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl92wlLJhzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QjDGUoXYHAk/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl92wlLJhzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QjDGUoXYHAk/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132658578851634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-1745977908015748766?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1745977908015748766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifth-member-of-four-kicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/1745977908015748766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/1745977908015748766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifth-member-of-four-kicks.html' title='Fifth Member of The Four Kicks'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl93UBxZEkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_NdGG24xBPc/s72-c/l_a67f1b6a44b67d6970c672f896f4d00d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-2610989935653767698</id><published>2009-07-14T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:26:56.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Take Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl1NZ95HKGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yVk7Dvg6BaA/s1600-h/mikeschair+digital+covera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl1NZ95HKGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yVk7Dvg6BaA/s320/mikeschair+digital+covera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358524240146933858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exciting news.  My good friends, MIKESCHAIR, have just released their first cd with Curb Records TODAY (July 14, 2009).  Everyone needs to buy it.  You may have heard their first single on the radio.  It is called "You Can't Take Away," which is also the name of the album - but really, you just need to buy the whole cd.  I went to Target to buy it this afternoon and it was sold out!  It is available on iTunes, but you can buy a hard copy at Target or Lifeway...or probably anywhere else that sells cds for that matter.  It is an exciting day for my friends and I'm so happy.  And they are so talented and sweet and deserving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, you might want to listen to "Keep Changing The World."  I may or may not be singing on that song.  I'm just saying.  (hint, hint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl1OAV_FIdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YEAqOa328o4/s1600-h/5014_549500764242_34100702_32398014_6140363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl1OAV_FIdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YEAqOa328o4/s320/5014_549500764242_34100702_32398014_6140363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358524899449446866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;If you don't want to take my word for it, you can check out this review: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ccmmagazine.com/reviews/music/11605980/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;http://www.ccmmagazine.com/reviews/music/11605980/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-2610989935653767698?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2610989935653767698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-take-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2610989935653767698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/2610989935653767698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-take-away.html' title='You Can&apos;t Take Away'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sl1NZ95HKGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yVk7Dvg6BaA/s72-c/mikeschair+digital+covera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-97026175306032991</id><published>2009-07-01T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:12:12.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Believe I Got Through The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLWwadOiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/po8R9QHkxOk/s1600-h/n34100702_32434414_810849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLWwadOiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/po8R9QHkxOk/s320/n34100702_32434414_810849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353596173873396258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;If you happened to catch my status update this past Sunday it read, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;bad day = need new tires on brand new car, took dog to vet for allergic reaction, spilled coffee on computer and now it doesn't work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.  My sweet friends Rebekah and Laura and I decided to roadtrip to Dallas to try out for American Idol this past week.  Eric really wanted me to get my tires rotated before I left and I also needed to get my oil changed, so I found a coupon for Goodyear tire that was for both of those things for $19.99.  Good deal, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday morning (and we left for Dallas Tuesday afternoon), I take my car in.  My helper-guy is kind of sleezy and insists that I should buy new tires because mine are bald.  Yeah right.  I bought my car brand new 10 months ago.  There is no way I need new tires.  He also says he doesn't think he should rotate them.  I am determined to not be taken advantage of by this car guy (I always feel like car guys take advantage of girls just because they can and we don't know any better) so I stand my ground and tell him that my boyfriend said it should be done and I want him to do it.  End of story.  So he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve hours later we're in Dallas and my tire pressure light goes on.  Luckily, there is a Discount Tire across the street.  So we make trip #1.  The nice man can't find any nails or anything so he just fills the tires up with air (for free!) and sends me on my way.  The light goes off.  We park in front of my friend Kristin's house for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLa_FpP_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/RH_XZ6lki0A/s1600-h/6420_550369064162_34100702_32434421_5290766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLa_FpP_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/RH_XZ6lki0A/s320/6420_550369064162_34100702_32434421_5290766_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353596246532112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;That night, when we get home from our day of fun, Kristin's husband Chris informs me that I have a flat tire.  He helps me change it to the spare.  Actually, he changes it and I watch.  And he tells me that he is really glad he can change my tire because it makes him feel "worthless."  I laugh.  And then he says "I mean...needed."  I go to Discount Tire for trip #2 and they patch up my tire (for free!!) and put it back on my car (for free!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hungry, so we drive across the parking lot to Chick Fil-A and when I get out of car I hear a "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound.  Sure enough, the newly patched tire is deflating.  So I quickly make my way back across the parking lot for Discount Tire trip #3.  The nice man, Ben, checks my tire and sees that there is another hole but it is too close to the wall to patch.  I had already been informed at trip #1 and #2 that I needed new tires 'cause mine were bald.  So at this point I'm believing them.  Ben offers to give me a good deal on some new tires but when he realizes that I really can't afford it he decides to be nice and gives me a new-to-me used tire that is in no better and no worse condition than the one I had...except it has no holes in it...FOR FREE!!!!!  I'm getting warm and fuzzies about Discount Tire just thinking about them right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLgojQcJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RxMPW40JG0k/s1600-h/n34100702_32434456_214986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLgojQcJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RxMPW40JG0k/s320/n34100702_32434456_214986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353596343561515154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;SO.  Day 3 in Dallas.  The actual audition day for American Idol.  My tire pressure light is back on.  Crap.  So after we are rejected by American Idol we go across the street for Discount Tire trip #4.  Now the OTHER back tire is low.  The man says it could be a slow leak but he's not sure so we just need to pay attention.  And he airs us up.  For free.  The light goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4.  It's time to drive home.  We get 5 hours into our trip and hit a bump.  The light goes on again.  Laura is a champ and drives us safely off the highway into Walmart.  The grossest Walmart I've ever seen.  Twilight Zone.  We get some more air in the tire and decide to risk our lives to make it to a different tire place.  Thankfully, we make it.  If Walmart was tire trip #5, than Firestone is tire trip #6.  I wish we could have made it to Little Rock to Discount Tire, but that just wasn't going to happen.  Now we have new tires and we're gonna make it home just fine.  But my car is still only 10 months old.  What in the world??  New tires??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLlM19hjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KID4FYsNzIA/s1600-h/n34100702_32434465_7948851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLlM19hjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KID4FYsNzIA/s320/n34100702_32434465_7948851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353596422023120434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Day 5 is Sunday...but it's not really day 5 'cause I'm home.  My puppy is scratching her head SO hard that clumps of hair are falling out and she looks like she's bleeding on the top of her head.  I know I need to take her to the vet.  But I have to go to church first.  My tire pressure light goes on AGAIN while I'm on my way to church.  I stop off the side of the road and a nice police man helps me check them out.  He thinks they're fine.  Firestone says the air pressure is good.  It must be a problem with the sensor...which is a Nissan issue.  So I make a Nissan appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church (in the green room) I'm researching vets that are open on Sundays to take Lilly to...and the table I'm sitting at gets knocked and my coffee spills onto my computer.  A lot of coffee...with cream and sugar.  The computer immediately shuts down and I am screwed.  It no longer works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of this drama, I am not the "Lindsey" I'm used to being.  My reactions are much more laid back and relaxed.  Maybe I've just finally realized that there isn't anything I can do about these things and God is in control.  He knows how it's gonna get better.  And it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has gone from the worst day into thanksgiving.  All of these things could have stressed me out to no end.  But it turns out that Lilly has allergies.  Poor thing.  Now she's on steroids and I have other things to give her to make her feel better.  If I hadn't taken her to the vet she would have continued to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my tires: Nissan found that there's something wrong with the sub-frame of my car (an $1,100 replacement) which is, thankfully, covered under my warranty.  If that tire pressure light hadn't come on that last time even though my tires were brand new, I never would have known anything was wrong and these new tires would have worn out within 10 months.  And, since we can blame it on the sub-frame no one can blame it on my driving (Dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my computer: I am surrounded my MAC genuises!  After being told to air out my computer with a fan for a whole day it just magically works again!  Thank you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a long story.  But I am so thankful.  THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;To see more Dallas pics go to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2076642&amp;amp;id=34100702&amp;amp;l=4a0030116b"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2076642&amp;amp;id=34100702&amp;amp;l=4a0030116b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-97026175306032991?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/97026175306032991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-believe-i-got-through-week.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/97026175306032991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/97026175306032991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-believe-i-got-through-week.html' title='Can&apos;t Believe I Got Through The Week'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SkvLWwadOiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/po8R9QHkxOk/s72-c/n34100702_32434414_810849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-961510073449831111</id><published>2009-06-17T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:01:10.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life In The Big Leagues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love thunderstorms...and lightning.  I'm enjoying my first night alone in my new home - and I've lived here for close to two months!  I'm a planner, so every free moment I have is typically scheduled, which doesn't leave me much free time.  I feel like I haven't done anything but sleep here for the past two months, and then every weekend I'm off to a new state to sing for someone or something.  Which I love, don't get me wrong.  But I'm so happy to be hanging out with myself tonight.   I like myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So far I've used my free evening to get caught up on what is currently my favorite television show, "The Bachelorette," of course.  And I'm pretty upset, I've got to tell you.  I can't believe Ed left the show.  Willingly.  Ed and Kiptyn were my favorites and had my votes to make it to the final two.  I hope Ed comes back.  Anyone else with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I also ate a Hot Pocket (yummy) and cuddled with my dog.  She needed it.  She's so cute.  And now I am uploading a new photo album of some long, overdue pictures which you will soon be able to view on Facebook.  Get ready.  They're good.  You might be in a picture too, you never know unless you look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2075735&amp;amp;id=34100702&amp;amp;l=d363bc9d32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This past weekend we (Eric and I) went to visit my best friend, Julianna and her family in Florida.  It's so weird to say "family," because I feel like I'm still a teenager most days - and "family" to me means my mom, dad and brother.  But Julianna has her own family - a wonderful husband, Ben and now a beautiful baby boy, Zion.  I hate that Ben's job takes them away from Nashville (and me) for 8 months out of the year, but that's the way it goes.  So it was awesome to get to go and see what the other half of their life looks like.  The part that doesn't include me.  Haha.  I'm serious, though.  When Julianna is in town we are together a lot mainly because she is my only friend left that is like me - she doesn't have a real day job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So.  Back to Tampa.  Amazing.  It was gorgeous.  It never rained.  I went to the beach three times.  I only got in once.  I had my first electric go-karting experience.  Intense.  I'm pretty sure Eric wishes he'd raced with someone a little more competitive.  He lapped me three times.  Whoops.  Julianna gave him a little bit more of a run for his money and even passed him once.  That was short-lived.  I went to 4 baseball games.  We won every game.  Ben's face was on the cover of all the programs.  AND they started carrying a t-shirt with his name on it for the first time while we were there.  When Jules saw it she was an emotional wreck...so exciting.  I love the way she loves her husband.  Eric and I LOVE little Zion.  He is too precious for words.  Oh.  And I got to experience my first ever fashion show, which I could go to every day for the rest of my life.  No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmocTiuYxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-EID5O4G7Xk/s1600-h/DSCF4999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmocTiuYxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-EID5O4G7Xk/s320/DSCF4999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348491236714898194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmouFa0t4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3zyra4u8j4k/s1600-h/DSCF5108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmouFa0t4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3zyra4u8j4k/s320/DSCF5108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348491542161307522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmpmCxPzMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/40Yv2XexF9w/s1600-h/DSCF5062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmpmCxPzMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/40Yv2XexF9w/s320/DSCF5062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348492503522725058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmpSBNNopI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Yz1aNNfw5qg/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmpSBNNopI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Yz1aNNfw5qg/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348492159505769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmpbtPp_sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xA5YAFPak6o/s1600-h/IMG_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmpbtPp_sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xA5YAFPak6o/s320/IMG_1953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348492325945999042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So I'm thankful for this relaxing evening and for this beautiful storm.  It's a great time to reflect on all the ways I've been blessed.  And I am VERY blessed.  I am so thankful for all the love in my life.  Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-961510073449831111?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/961510073449831111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-in-big-leagues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/961510073449831111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/961510073449831111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-in-big-leagues.html' title='My Life In The Big Leagues'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SjmocTiuYxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-EID5O4G7Xk/s72-c/DSCF4999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-3568308009370858118</id><published>2009-06-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:17:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Things To Do On A Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Si0424eg6WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XyKJp9Swdg4/s1600-h/4749_87336167277_519812277_1716880_135203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Si0424eg6WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XyKJp9Swdg4/s320/4749_87336167277_519812277_1716880_135203_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344990848283109730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Well, this past weekend was officially awesome.  Eric and I headed up to Detroit because I had two concerts for Fowlerville Church of the Nazarene.  I was so blessed by the people there.  Thank you, Heather and Jason and also Chris and Jen for such a fun time.  I loved meeting you!  And it was great to get to spend time with Eric's family and just relax with everyone.  We loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Si04jTudRQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cM5xtUxH9KU/s1600-h/4749_87332727277_519812277_1716829_7698955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Si04jTudRQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cM5xtUxH9KU/s320/4749_87332727277_519812277_1716829_7698955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344990512000353538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But, as we know, all good things must come to an end.  So we hopped on the highway and headed back to Nashville last night.  And we got hungry.  Really hungry.  And sometimes fast food just does not sound good.  How many times can one eat at Subway??  I could actually probably eat at Subway everyday for the rest of my life...but my boyfriend does not think he could.  We got so hungry we wrote this song...I hope you enjoy it.  And no, I don't want to eat my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a9af05adc3eb645" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a9af05adc3eb645%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330278805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CC3F04C3B10F358C51178DA5E90E1AD4354A8C7.385E9C3D9BE7CD8AEEF96C807E5DF1B8986E732E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a9af05adc3eb645%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtOSf6XX3IXtfyvkwkc-8Axp_MCI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a9af05adc3eb645%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330278805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CC3F04C3B10F358C51178DA5E90E1AD4354A8C7.385E9C3D9BE7CD8AEEF96C807E5DF1B8986E732E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a9af05adc3eb645%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtOSf6XX3IXtfyvkwkc-8Axp_MCI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We finally stopped at Cracker Barrel for some good times.  Eric and I are headed down to Tampa this week to see my best friend Julianna and her husband, Ben.  We thought we'd get ready for the beach with some festive shark tattoos.  And our waitresses wanted them, too.  So we shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  Then, we named our tattoos after each other.  Eric's shark is "Britney," my shark is "Hannah," Britney's shark is "Eric," and Hannah's shark is "Lindsey."  So now we'll be friends forever (or at least until our tattoos wear off).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Si04wcwIMiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0_5Ey8Ch9g0/s1600-h/DSCF4985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Si04wcwIMiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0_5Ey8Ch9g0/s320/DSCF4985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344990737761579554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-3568308009370858118?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a9af05adc3eb645&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3568308009370858118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-things-to-do-on-roadtrip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3568308009370858118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3568308009370858118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-things-to-do-on-roadtrip.html' title='Fun Things To Do On A Roadtrip'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Si0424eg6WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XyKJp9Swdg4/s72-c/4749_87336167277_519812277_1716880_135203_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-7985442834616316961</id><published>2009-06-04T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:07:02.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My friend Jess and I went out for frozen yogurt the other night.  We were so excited 'cause we'd heard about this new place called "Krave."  It's in Green Hills by the mall.  Last summer when I was in LA I went to Pinkberry -  you can get any flavor yogurt and any topping you could ever want.  And you get as much as you want and then pay for it by the ounce.  So I'm picturing that in my head.  And that is not what Krave was.  I ordered their "original" flavor and it tasted like the regular yogurt you buy at the grocery store...except frozen.  WEIRD!  I wanted frozen yogurt, the sort-of healthy ice cream alternative.  But, no.  This stuff probably actually was really healthy.  And I didn't like it.  It was sour and tart.  I'm not trying to diss this place or give it a bad review...I might even go back...maybe I would have liked it if I'd known what to expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Why is that high expectations ruin everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;On a positive/funny side note the lady in line behind us got to cut in line ahead of us because she was a regular.  She had two HUGE bowls of yogurt (imagine a giant bread bowl from Panera...that size).   She reached over and grabbed one spoon, so I grabbed another to help her out.  And when I tried to give it to her she looked at me like I was crazy and said, "umm...those are both for me."  Woah.  I don't know if you're picturing a big enough container of yogurt in your head (imagine a gallon of milk...that size...jk).  All for her.  And then the woman at the cash register said this lady goes to Krave at least two IF not three times a day and always gets the same thing.  Two large bowls of frozen yogurt.  Wow.  And she was a pretty small lady, too.  Go figure.  Maybe we should all go on the frozen yogurt diet.  But, you know, I just wish it tasted like ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Here is my yogurt buddy, Jess and I on her wedding day.  The dress kinda reminds me of a fluffy bowl of ice cream (except way prettier).  Yummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SihS_TqyFbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KNjkxjrV0Iw/s1600-h/n34100612_32095991_8002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SihS_TqyFbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KNjkxjrV0Iw/s320/n34100612_32095991_8002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343612205440046514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-7985442834616316961?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7985442834616316961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/krave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/7985442834616316961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/7985442834616316961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/06/krave.html' title='Krave'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/SihS_TqyFbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KNjkxjrV0Iw/s72-c/n34100612_32095991_8002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-6464841202361789171</id><published>2009-05-27T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:16:40.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ones To Watch (Volume 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This is really just a good excuse to put a plug in for some friends of mine who I truly believe in.  These are people you're gonna need to know.  I hesitate to call them "friends," only because I don't want anyone to get the idea that I only listen to these people because they're friends.  Nope, I only listen to good music (aside from the occasional Lady Gaga :).  So here are three to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sh4MkAFaAjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m0AJeT4nIrk/s1600-h/l_132c7d385e22412380a13775e08c79c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sh4MkAFaAjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m0AJeT4nIrk/s320/l_132c7d385e22412380a13775e08c79c0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340720020745486898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/ericvinson"&gt;Eric Vinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; - Eric is six foot seven.  True story.  He just released a brand new EP, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/evinson2"&gt;Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, a few weeks ago and in one of my favorite songs he says: "And if today you may need a helping hand, I'll stand as tall as all my inches say that I can stand.  And I would die before I'd bend and let the world break your heart."  Gorgeous, yea I know.  Eric and I play together a lot and he's just a great, prolific, acoustic-indie artist.  You will love him.  Oh and his wife is pretty phenomenal, too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/elworship"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.  Her voice will melt your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sh4LjKnJzWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qxz9jHh_g2o/s1600-h/l_8433a4dd3e974483aa88f0d2831e36e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sh4LjKnJzWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qxz9jHh_g2o/s320/l_8433a4dd3e974483aa88f0d2831e36e4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340718906879888738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/thefourkicks"&gt;The Four Kicks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; - I am going to go out on a limb and say that this band is Nashville's next big thing.  They are working with local producer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.mitchdane.com/"&gt;Mitch Dane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and are in the recording studio bringing us new tunes as I type.  They were working on a new song today (which I am obsessed with...not sure what it's called yet, but it says "I'm knocked down, I'm not dead") and I thought they sounded like The Beach Boys meets The Beatles meets Southern Rock.  They are way too cool for school.  So check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sh4L_h7fAFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W-bEy4Ysca8/s1600-h/l_9178681d98d34e45ad5bafe830b4a062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sh4L_h7fAFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W-bEy4Ysca8/s320/l_9178681d98d34e45ad5bafe830b4a062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340719394175516754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.myspace.com/juliannazobrist"&gt;Julianna Zobrist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; - This is my best friend.  And she's great.  I'm so happy I can speak about her gift with conviction because it makes it so easy to be supportive of her.  Jules also worked with &lt;a href="http://www.mitchdane.com/"&gt;Mitch Dane&lt;/a&gt; last fall and released her first EP, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/zobrist"&gt;The Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, in January.  It's kind of Imogene Heap meets Regina Spektor.  She also wears the coolest clothes of anyone I know...and she always keeps it interesting.  Jules is quirky and fun to watch and she has a heart of gold.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out and let me know what you think!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-6464841202361789171?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6464841202361789171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/ones-to-watch-volume-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6464841202361789171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/6464841202361789171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/ones-to-watch-volume-1.html' title='The Ones To Watch (Volume 1)'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Sh4MkAFaAjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m0AJeT4nIrk/s72-c/l_132c7d385e22412380a13775e08c79c0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-3205504535555290537</id><published>2009-05-26T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:08:25.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin is a Grown-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShxnRnX2QzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vxRMpyYpCkw/s1600-h/DSCF4899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShxnRnX2QzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vxRMpyYpCkw/s320/DSCF4899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340256810479010610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, my brother did it.  He managed to graduate from college with a MUCH more impressive degree than me.  He majored in Marketing with a minor in History.  Well done, Kevie.  I truly am proud of you.  I went home (to Kansas City) a week and a half ago for this momentous occasion and it was so good to be with my family for 3 whole days...non-stop.  Have I mentioned that I love my family?  I love them.  So, Kev, here's my graduation wish for you (and there will be a video posted soon):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Please get married soon and have babies so that I can be an aunt.  OK?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShxnvUgz9LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxW-AdwMIko/s1600-h/DSCF4839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShxnvUgz9LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxW-AdwMIko/s320/DSCF4839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340257320812410034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Shxm8sQvKOI/AAAAAAAAADw/8ijeO1A9AZY/s1600-h/DSCF4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/Shxm8sQvKOI/AAAAAAAAADw/8ijeO1A9AZY/s320/DSCF4840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340256451014109410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShxncGZwI8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZL_HadHoIMw/s1600-h/DSCF4904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShxncGZwI8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZL_HadHoIMw/s320/DSCF4904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340256990607188930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-3205504535555290537?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3205504535555290537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/kevin-is-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3205504535555290537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3205504535555290537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/kevin-is-grown-up.html' title='Kevin is a Grown-Up'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShxnRnX2QzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vxRMpyYpCkw/s72-c/DSCF4899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-4835685627472064591</id><published>2009-05-23T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:21:51.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShhXCuS9DBI/AAAAAAAAADY/SZReZOGQ0pQ/s1600-h/3372226198_31a7be681e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShhXCuS9DBI/AAAAAAAAADY/SZReZOGQ0pQ/s320/3372226198_31a7be681e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339113062546607122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love unexpected surprises.   My friend and fellow musician, Wes Pickering, invited me to play a show with him this weekend in Park Springs, North Carolina.  We set up a few more shows along the way.   Sometimes these small shows are great successes...and sometimes they are just relatively uneventful.  It's hard to know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we played in downtown Knoxville, Tennessee at Remedy Coffee.  It was amazing!!!  Not because a million people showed up, but because the people who did show up were just incredibly beautiful human beings.  Davis, Jennifer, Sean, Angie, Sara...you are all SO cool!  Thank you for making Wes and I feel completely at home.  This is Remedy's motto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" class="cti" &gt;"A place for coffee and conversation.  A place to meet new friends      and gather with old friends.  A place to sit and relax.  A place      to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.remedycoffee.com/"&gt;Remedy Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Apparently, Remedy is also where &lt;a href="http://www.knoxlife.org/index.php"&gt;Knox Life Church&lt;/a&gt; meets, which I'm confident is a great church after having met Sean, the pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing about Remedy.  They are not out to make a profit.  Every cent of profit made goes to local organizations or charities...or just people with great ideas that need support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wes and I showed up there last night not knowing what we were getting ourselves into.  And we were blown away.  Remedy has actually only been open for a week, but it is a perfect place.  And Wes and I had the pleasure and honor of being their very first musical guests.  Wes also had the pleasure of hosting a sparrow on the headstock of his guitar for the first time ever.  There is a first time for everything, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShhW1x1GzVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZjJyxYw-q2c/s1600-h/kxk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShhW1x1GzVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZjJyxYw-q2c/s320/kxk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339112840156859730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you Remedy Coffee.  We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening ended on a perfect note because we headed to Pigeon Forge to stay the night with one of my best friends, Tiffany.  Remedy had the cutest hand-painted mugs so I got one for Tiffany and one for myself (as you can see below).  It was so great to see her and reconnect.  I miss that girl.   Tiff said that she is happy I am so talented so I can travel and play shows and come see her all the time.  I told her that I'm sad she is so talented because if she wasn't very good she could just move back to Nashville and get a regular job and be my roommate.  Come back already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShhYygdlctI/AAAAAAAAADg/O6SW2QwOeps/s1600-h/DSCF4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShhYygdlctI/AAAAAAAAADg/O6SW2QwOeps/s320/DSCF4909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339114982978450130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: Winston-Salem, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-4835685627472064591?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4835685627472064591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/remedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/4835685627472064591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/4835685627472064591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/remedy.html' title='The Remedy'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShhXCuS9DBI/AAAAAAAAADY/SZReZOGQ0pQ/s72-c/3372226198_31a7be681e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-5305006173029176966</id><published>2009-05-21T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:06:02.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a "Need To Know" Basis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShX4gNRHuSI/AAAAAAAAACo/1Hu5AR7SW0U/s1600-h/lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338446165518563618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShX4gNRHuSI/AAAAAAAAACo/1Hu5AR7SW0U/s320/lilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have a weakness for these dumb survey things...I love them. My friend Katie sends them to me all the time and I have so much fun reading her answers and sending them back to her. So, feel free to fill this out yourself and put it in my "comments" section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things that are always in my fridge&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; those Lean Cuisine Panini's, eggs, Caribbean Cinnamon Creme coffee creamer (don't ask what cinnamon and Caribbean have anything to do with each other...but it's pretty amazing stuff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent guilty pleasure song&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; "POKER FACE." I LOVE LADY GAGA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite class from high school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Creative Writing with Susie Schweiker. That lady is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could grow anything perfectly in my backyard it would be:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Peonies. I love them. Eric and I bought two grape plants to grow in his backyard a couple of months ago. I got so excited about eating grapes! But then, after we got it back to his house and read the directions it said it would take 2-3 years to produce fruit. Now the plant is sitting on his front porch, unplanted. The idea of waiting 2-3 years to get to eat the grapes kinda killed the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most Used Gift:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My guitar. My Grandpa Bugs found a violin at a garage sale in his little town in Kansas. He bought it for $25 and gave it to me. I played violin for a few months and then sold it for what it was worth (a LOT more than $25) and bought a guitar with it. And now...well...I use it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talent I wish I was born with:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Painting/Drawing/Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Color I would paint my fingernails if I painted my fingernails:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OPI Ruby Slippers - My friend Betsy got me turned onto it. But I never paint my fingernails anymore because the polish chips off the second I touch my guitar. It just seems pointless. Shoot. I love that color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite thing to find in your lunchbox as a child:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One of my mom's sugar cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age you would not like to revisit:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 13 (braces...ugh...I had those clear ones that were actually worse than the plain metal ones 'cause they just turned whatever color the food I ate was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age you would like to revisit:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 22 - that was a hard year but I am so thankful for it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Book I still haven't finished but is on the top of my finish list:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Gilead" - my friend Julie Gorman gave it to me and just raved about it. It is a great book...beautifully written, but it's taking me forever for some reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And, finally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Childhood Pet:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lilly Vanilli (ok, so maybe she wasn't a childhood pet...but she's my favorite pet ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=10578498&amp;amp;albumID=845788&amp;amp;imageID=13708562#a=845788&amp;amp;i=13708584"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-5305006173029176966?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5305006173029176966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-need-to-know-basis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5305006173029176966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/5305006173029176966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-need-to-know-basis.html' title='On a &quot;Need To Know&quot; Basis'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShX4gNRHuSI/AAAAAAAAACo/1Hu5AR7SW0U/s72-c/lilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-3187603764525708473</id><published>2009-05-20T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:46:29.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3-D. No, Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I got new glasses this week.  I have had the same glasses for the past 6 or 7 years, believe it or not.  And the past few months I had been feeling a little nauseous.  I figured my prescription had changed.  Well, it was either due to that or the fact that sometimes I forget how big I am and I run into things and bend my glasses out of whack.  I went to Target optical and found these frames - I had tried on so many that I think they all started to look the same.  But I kinda liked these.  And they wanted $149 for the frames.  Which isn't horrible, but it isn't good.  Anyway, before committing to them I checked online and found the exact same frames for $60.  No, I'm not joking.  Can you believe that?  Anyway, as soon as I got them in the mail I kinda freaked out a little.  I'm still undecided.  I feel like I look like a completely different human being.  They're just kind of dramatic.  But, hey, so am I :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Now I'm having serious headaches from the new prescription.  I can see REALLY well, though - I am actually seeing in 3-D.  Or it feels like it anyway.  How many days should one allow oneself to get used to new glasses before deciding that they might actually be too strong??  What is the waiting period?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So moral of the story is...look online before you buy stuff.  It might save you a lot of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQklacvxkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uPd08h6LsZc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQklacvxkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uPd08h6LsZc/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337931683514533442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-3187603764525708473?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3187603764525708473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-d-no-really.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3187603764525708473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/3187603764525708473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-d-no-really.html' title='3-D. No, Really.'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQklacvxkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uPd08h6LsZc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772460655518779463.post-8266568931039560861</id><published>2009-05-19T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:22:25.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; I climbed the Great Wall of China. Well, sorta. I mean, not the whole thing. Obviously. I think it's about 50,000 kilometers long. And if I had retained my knowledge of the metric system from back in high school, I would have been able to convert that into miles for you...but I seem to have lost my scientific intelligence, so I'm sorry about that. Just trust me, 50,000 kilometers is long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Anyway, my family went to China in the summer of 2007 and my brother Kevin and I climbed the giant hill to the Great Wall as fast as we possibly could. We then attempted to make our way to the top of the first tower. I made it. But, I also made myself sick. As soon as I reached the top step I threw up over the side of the 2,000 year old Great Wall. Anyone who knows me well could have predicted this. I have a tendency to embarrass myself in these sort of physical situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMabH7PaaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7PlBQqmqx_c/s1600-h/n34100702_30909908_128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMabH7PaaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7PlBQqmqx_c/s320/n34100702_30909908_128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337639036650482082" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMllxOyKhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yw6WF-Kd-l8/s1600-h/n34100702_30909909_381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMllxOyKhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yw6WF-Kd-l8/s320/n34100702_30909909_381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337651314164902418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Take the time when I was in spin class at the Y and I had to RUN out after only five minutes to hurl in the women's locker room trash can.  Or the time when I went to a step aerobics class with my friend Julianna and I blacked out in the middle of class.  The teacher made me walk around the room but I couldn't...so I ended up just lying on the floor at the back of the classroom.  Embarrassing.  Or the time when I went on a bike ride with my boyfriend and I had to pull off the side of the road to throw up.  I always feel much better afterward, though.  So don't feel too bad for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; I'm only telling you this because I am about to put myself through something I would have considered torture only two short months ago.  I am going to run a half marathon in September.  13 miles.  Yes.  I am.  I have the right shoes (the guy at the store told me that I wasn't allowed to choose my shoe based on its look...shoot!), the right socks, and several pairs of new running shorts that I found on sale for $2.50 to get me into the running spirit (so what if they have Jayhawks all over them).  Oh, and I also have a running friend, Rebekah Mitchell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMmTDwVaVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FEX6t1wSN7g/s1600-h/MIZ661-WHNV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMmTDwVaVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FEX6t1wSN7g/s320/MIZ661-WHNV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337652092231575890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMl5Cy8CHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JSLR7C5iZlg/s1600-h/n34100702_32176959_7869429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMl5Cy8CHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JSLR7C5iZlg/s320/n34100702_32176959_7869429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337651645297461362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Last summer I started going to Hot Yoga - I had to quit going in March for several reasons, but I think the Yoga must have made me a lot stronger than I thought.  Before when I would run...well...I wouldn't run.  I'd just stop as soon as I started hating it.  Which was pretty much before I started.  But a few weeks ago I thought I'd try to run a little.  For one, it's free...and you don't have to drive anywhere to do it.  Plus, Nashville was getting ready for the Country Music Marathon and Rebekah and Ryan were training for it.  It just got me thinking.  So I just started running.  AND I LOVE IT.  When did this happen?  I ran five miles last week with Rebekah and it felt so good.  I didn't even want to die...which is how I used to feel when I ran.  I figure I'm off to a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; So.  Rock'N'Roll Marathon (or 1/2 marathon in my case).  Virginia Beach.  2009.  Here I come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1772460655518779463-8266568931039560861?l=thelindseyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8266568931039560861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-great-wall-of-china.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8266568931039560861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1772460655518779463/posts/default/8266568931039560861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelindseyjones.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-great-wall-of-china.html' title='Oh, THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA'/><author><name>Lindsey Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16942332097843159646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShQyrx4CyVI/AAAAAAAAACI/dSJl7bTGQF4/S220/lindsey-55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3aBtcCIu_tw/ShMabH7PaaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7PlBQqmqx_c/s72-c/n34100702_30909908_128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
